Если ты кого-то в чём-то винишь - то ты в первую очередь винишь себя в том, что позволил кому-то ошибиться...
You're walking across the night street. So alone, and so independent, so strong...
No one will come close to say a word, to give a hand, to ask for help.
I'll lead you with my inflammated eyes, just smiling, and splitting bitter blood.
Your face... Painful and blessing image. I want to see it again, no matter, it's so hard to look.
Forgotten words will sound like a god blessing, flying towards you, reminding my voice.
And the streetlamp light will seem as radiance of Angels wings, even it's just an illusion.
You'll turn around, just for a moment looking at me, trying to remember that familiar face.
An a moment out of breath with a surrealistic dreams, and forgiveness in your eyes, and you'll continue your way...

No one will come close to say a word, to give a hand, to ask for help.
I'll lead you with my inflammated eyes, just smiling, and splitting bitter blood.
Your face... Painful and blessing image. I want to see it again, no matter, it's so hard to look.
Forgotten words will sound like a god blessing, flying towards you, reminding my voice.
And the streetlamp light will seem as radiance of Angels wings, even it's just an illusion.
You'll turn around, just for a moment looking at me, trying to remember that familiar face.
An a moment out of breath with a surrealistic dreams, and forgiveness in your eyes, and you'll continue your way...
