Андрей Платонов - любовь
текст песни

I burn like ashes and the wind carries me away
To green meadows
Who remains, who fell, I will write with a bloody finger
On cold hands

So that I will definitely not forget and so that everyone who sees
Will not take me for a fool
Neither me, nor those who died, soaked in the rain of bullets
And flew beyond the clouds

Love, what love is there, it was not here and is not here
Hot blood flows down an icy hand
Streams sing, spring blooms and old ice melts,
And life goes on

The night was blacker than soot, landscapes bloomed in my head
And war swam before my eyes
How someone's huts burned, someone's lives ended
And the last words

And I definitely won't fall asleep, but here everything is drunk and smoked
And there is no one to tell
That looking at the stars at night, I swallow my tears
Died in my eyes

Love, what love is there, it wasn't here and isn't here
Hot blood flows down an icy hand
Streams sing, spring blooms, and the old ice melts,
And life goes on

I walk alone through the forest, even though ten years have passed
But I remember somewhere out there
A poppy field blooms, in the field a stone the color of darkness
And on the stone names

So that I'll definitely not forget, and so that everyone who sees
Will not take me for a fool
Neither me, nor those who died, soaked in a rain of bullets
And flew away beyond the clouds

Love, what love is there, it wasn't here and isn't here
Hot blood flows down an icy hand
Streams sing, spring blooms, and the old ice melts,
And life goes on