Ольга Чайка - Зачем
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So why is it all, why?
There is no more meaning
Let me go for good
With a breeze, with a cold with a whistle

Let me go on the northern day
In ice empty arms
Where is a sly shadow dancing
Where black brothers are waiting for me

Let me go into my dreams
Where the echoes live last days
Where is the living breathing of spring
And so joyfully whispering birches

I'm tired of inventing the past
Where we divide both joy and grief
Everything is now roadside dust
And cracked words on the fence

Let me go, don't tear my soul
I am all torn to shreds
From your non -pound love
From your coolness of the ellipsis

Well, why is it all to me, why?
This phrase hung in space
Do not let me go
Without you, everything is losing meaning ...