Singer: Konstantin Nikolsky. Page 1

Hurtling train, the train rushes
Unobtrusive, enticing,
The beat of wheels in temples knocks,
Tomorrow something will happen
Tomorrow that dream now,
Can come true in the present.
The train rushes...
In the dark head pressed against
To zapatismo glass
I look like a run,
The idea in the wild once,
Makes sense and compactness
The words spoken aloud.

Yet the face of the Earth
Not erased the last trace
Of flowering plants, shady groves,
Forests, fields and rivers.
While the sea is full of water,
Meadows full of flowers,
The gardens, not knowing the troubles,
Waiting for autumn fruit.
For a moment, stand still and turn around
Face to face of the Earth.
Away from the righteous works
And cities in the dust.
The sound of a brook, singing of birds,
Under the rustling leaves
Come, die and be born again
Among the forest herbs.

Maybe not I forgot
A time when joy loved me.
Maybe a look back
I will open eyes to the future.

God, how long has it been
I only remember the muddy river water.
A time when joy loved me,
Ask her for anything, ever.

And maybe to break a window
And plunge into another world,
Where the sun's light painting,
An artist and poet...

When you understand the mind that you are alone in the world
And lonely road so long,
It is easy to live and think about death
As the last drop of bitter wine.

Whether it is necessary to restrain the ardor, if you know what the target is far?

To admit that you were weak,
not so bad
but there is a chance
to rise above in degree
so different was a new day
on the day yesterday.
And before you embark on a new path,
remember all, why live in this world.

After all, if you have something to tell you
your peers will tell you always:
about what you love about what you want
that in the dream you see at night.

Some words in the dream play,
other living the dream;
some hopes die,
others again rush into battle.

Ask me how many stars in the sky,
I will answer you, though no answer forward.
As much as during all wars,
Widows and mothers shed tears.

My sorrow to me from afar to sink wants
I don't know her but to each of us,
Who sings fun, who cries (dances) Il laughing
She comes quietly in his appointed hour.

Maybe a look back
I will open eyes to the future.

Only my mind is capable of into the distance
To the horizon stretching
Hope the tearing thread
And try to change anything.