Someone Else's Spring

maybe the telegraph is damaged,
or the phone is silent
due to a network outage.

You hold the phone to your heart
until my temples hurt,
and fingers intertwine
all the cards are on the way.

For the gold cassock,
behind the shine of the crosses
and the silence of icons -
can't understand
where does your voice sound?
and who knows him...

And here you are again,
losing hope
everything looks into the distance...

But it's quiet in the night,
as if it were your home
February will be thrown...

But again and again
the phone is silent,
and somewhere she...

Gets lost in your gaze
between the faces of icons,
like someone's spring...

So have mercy, angels,
have mercy, darlings,
yes, just don’t over me...

I need that pain
if that pain
and there will be love...

I ask for one thing -
take it off her, Lord,
all this torment
clothes, separation and sleep...

I hardly can
climb after her
and burn that house down...

And not for myself
I ask for one thing...

Saints, intercede for us -
There are no excuses before the Lord!

Saints, intercede for us!!!

He himself is an excuse...