Белая Гвардия - Сто лет одиночества
текст песни

For two years already, the endless rain goes for two long year.
Or maybe just draws someone drops on my window.
From this dampness, the books are dying, flowers grow on the wall ...
And, my God, like alone those who come to me!

One hundred years of loneliness ...
One hundred years of loneliness ...

They come: then Peter Bruegel, then Sartre, then Rena Magrit ...
The door is long ago, I do not remember where the keys were played ...
And the one who sits down his right hand, always says with me,
And the one who sits on the left hand is silent.

One hundred years of loneliness ...

About you here reminds only the battle of hours, their uneven move,
Quote from Marquez, lightning outbreak, and several very old notes.
For two years already, two long years have not visible stars, only the rain goes ...
I look at the drawing from wax, and better if I did not know what awaits you -

One hundred years of loneliness ...

Once, returning from all americix, you will stand at the wall -
After so many centers of separation and seventeen years of war.
From the parade opposite the child will come out and asks who you are ...
He will leave, without waiting for an answer, permeated with universal longing.
You will read this strange phrase on the wall, written by a children's hand:

One hundred years of loneliness ...