Nadezhda
Del'fin
Nadezhda
Ne ostalos' ni sil, ni oschuscheniya boli
Toskoj iz'edena dusha kak lichinkami moli
Vse katitsya v propast', prichem uzhe ne v pervyj raz
I raven nulyu smysl druzheskih fraz
Vse komu-to podareno, poteryano, prodano
I serdtse krov'yu oblitoe za uzhinom podano
Ostalas' tol'ko gryaz' na dne karmanov odezhd
I kakoe-to chuvstvo, chto-to vrode nadezhdy.
Ona slyshit shagi, oni vse tishe i tishe
On snova stal zhuravlem i budet zhit' gde-to vyshe
Ona ego ne zhdet, ona prostila i plachet
A tupaya podruga ee nadezhdoj durachit
Vremya tiho uhodit i naivnaya lozh'
K zapyast'yu levoj ruki primeryaet svoj nozh
Nadezhda byla i ostalas' naprasnoj
Ona kapaet na pol lipkoj zhidkost'yu krasnoj.
Ty iznachal'no odin, no dazhe esli est' drug
On ne uvidit vseh bed na ladoni tvoih ruk
On za tebya ne stanet smelym, esli ty otoropel
I za tebya skazat' ne smozhet to, chto ty skazat' hotel
On mozhet tol'ko pomoch', esli chto-to ne tak
Kogda glaza tvoi zastelet bezyskhodnost'yu mrak
Kogda slezy rovno delyat na tri chasti litso
I ne ostalos' nadezhdy na sebya samogo
Nadezhda - samoobman, no eto vse chto u nas est'
Ona hodit po rukam prodavaya svoyu chest'
Eta lzhivaya tvar' pyl' puskaet v glaza
Ischezaya v tot moment kogda ona tak nuzhna
Ona budet uhodit' i vozvraschat'sya mnogo raz
Vsegda derzha na rasstoyanii zavetnyj almaz
Ya bez nadezhdy ubit, toskoj navylet prostrelen
Potomu chto ya nadeyalsya, a ne byl uveren.
No strength left, no feeling of pain
Soul eaten by grief, such as by larva of moth
Everything's driven into an abyss, not for the first time
Friendly words don't mean a thing
Everything's given, lost or sold to someone
And the bleeding heart is served for dinner
There's only dirt left in the dept of your pockets
And some kind of feeling, something like hope
She hears footsteps, fading and fading
He's become a crane again, and will live somewhere above
No more waiting for him, she forgave and she's crying
And her stupid friend feeds her hope in vain
Time fades away and naive lie
Measures its knife to its left wrist
Hope was, and always vain it remains
A sticky red liquid, spilling drops on the ground
You're primordially alone, even if a friend is there
He won't see all the trouble on the palm of your hands
He won't be brave for you, if you're struck dumb
And won't be able to say, the words you intended
He can only help, if something's not right
When an endless darkness covers your eyes
When tears divide your face in three equal parts
And there's no hope left for yourself
Hope is a self-delusion, but it's all that we've got
From hand to hand it goes, selling its honor
That lying creature, throws dust in your eyes
Disappearing at the moment when it's needed the most
Go away and come back, it will many times
Always keeping the cherished diamond at a distance
Without hope I am killed, shot through by grief
Because I was hoping; I wasn't certain
