Андрей Таланов - Белая полоса
текст песни

Somehow the blues have come full force again

It can be seen that the black stripe has come again

From somewhere they creaked with absurd gossip

Voices scraped like a knife on glass



Threatening a harsh, unhappy fate

Inflating a giant molehill out of a molehill

Believe it or not, somewhere out there they paint the stripe white

This means that she will soon replace the black one



Surrounded by gray fog

The rains have come, pouring from morning to morning

Something aches in your chest, expecting deception

Hopelessness covered me like a sting, sharp



Threatening a harsh, unhappy fate

Inflating a giant molehill out of a molehill

Believe it or not, somewhere out there they paint the stripe white

This means that she will soon replace the black one



Every living person knows the yoke of black stripes

Every step they grow on the way

But the road, it is known, will be mastered by those who walk

The one who continues to bear the cross with dignity



The one who cannot be frightened by an unlucky destiny

Who humbly drinks the bitter cup to the bottom

For such people, the stripe is painted white-white

This means that she will soon replace the black one

For such people, the stripe is painted white-white

This means that she will soon replace the black one