It's too, too dark in the room...
A lot of emptiness, I am now an extra
Nowhere to run, you managed to
Tell me everything, that you wanted
Wind outside the window, like usual
Blowing the clouds. Like a match
The sun will light up the sky
And a day will come, that you weren't in
(You're) Looking into my eyes
How much can you lie?
It's easier to say it yourself
That our love was a firefight of souls,
I got bored!
I do not believe you,
You're yesterday's dream that prophesied me tears.
I do not believe you,
You're last winter's snow, it melted a long time ago...
I do not believe you,
You're a sun that drowned in cold water
I do not believe you,
You're all I had
But I do not believe you!
In the forests hid our birds
Time to rip, burn the pages
Where it's about us. Where you managed
To become your anguish* without end.
Wind outside the window, like usual
Blowing the clouds. Like a match
The sun will light up the sky
And a day will come, that I wasn't in
(You're) Looking into my eyes
How much can you lie?
It's easier to say it yourself
That our love was a firefight of souls,
I got bored!
I do not believe you,
You're yesterday's dream that prophesied me tears.
I do not believe you,
You're last winter's snow, it melted a long time ago...
I do not believe you,
You're a sun that drowned in cold water
I do not believe you,
You're all I had...
*the russian word (toska) has no real translation and can meaning anything from sadness, to longing, yearning, anguish and depression.