Елена Войнаровская - Лабиринт
текст песни

I wandered through the cold forest,
Composing poetry about wanderers
My legs were wet in puddles,
And the face was scratched ...
I'm tired and lost my way
I froze to my fingertips.
I dreamed of a modest dinner
warm bath and soft bed ...

And when in impenetrable darkness,
In the middle of the night - raw, indifferent
under the impending foggy canopy
I was brought into the path of the path, -
I saw a house on a hill
And I thought: this is happiness ...
Maybe I will not die from the cold?
Maybe he will not give me an abyss?

I was approaching him with a smile
He called me with his lights ...
And trying to look out the window,
I froze suddenly, amazed -
There was a violin on the couch,
And in the fireplace - the flame flickered ...
You sat by the fire and read
The Revelations of Lareamon ...
I sighed - I will warm up now
I will meet with my familiar things,
Touching the thin strings of the violin,
I’ll take a break from annoying rhymes.
I dreamed - I will open the door
I will get into the illuminated room ...
It turned out your house is unusual
It turned out that in it is a labyrinth ...

My heart was knocking so loudly
My lips whispered a prayer, -
So many days without warmth and sleep,
So many days of the universal cold ...
There can be no such happiness -
Your door was open ...
But behind her - there was a wall
The door again ...
And behind her - another ...

I ran through hundreds of doors.
getting everything into new rooms
I am confused in the sea of ​​countless
turns and dead ends ...
But the farther, the darker
And no less cold ...
It was ridiculous, unthinkable -
You are so close and so far ...

Gloom and cold merged in a kiss
I am dazzling - with my eyes and heart
Darkness chose me as its viewer
For the next thousands of years ...
I'm sitting on the cold floor
I'm not trying to keep warm
I no longer dream of finding you -
I'm afraid you turned off the light ...
Corridors: NOT CONNECTE
And doors ... not those that need
Your theater is continuous scenes -
Do not see, do not come ...
It's scary to know what you are
It hurts to know that you are near
Somewhere nearby and very close
Only I can't find you ...

I call the darkness your name
Your name is like a point of support ...
If you can, do not fall asleep, -
Fear thickens to me ...
If you can - come, find me
In these black empty corridors
Raise from the cold floor
And take it to the fire on the hands ...

I will not be in your fate
neither meaningfulness nor nonsense
I never get
To your inaccessible heaven
I'm tired of wandering in the maze,
Help me at least get out
Show me the way back
I will return to my cold forest ...