Текст песни Русские - Такие времена, сгорают имена..

Unnecessary day, snatches of lines
Mirage in the desert, ice, sand.
Forgotten the sky rain, hail
And somewhere out there in the past Leningrad.
And burn the life stream.
Dry hot red sand
Water slips through your fingers and disappearing ...
Unnecessary sounds, the last cry,
Recognition of ash, passion moment.
For that, my dear, such a lesson?
Painfully fingers in hot sand
I'm not getting used to know
And your name is no longer call
And memory is erased from edge to edge ...

Such times, burned names
What's waiting for me to come? ...
Love lost in the desert of Yemen
And the pain does not go out and pouring rain ...

Unnecessary sleep, sip water
Sheds tears ice and burning sand.
For that, my dear, burning circle? ..
Love goes through the fingers
And I try not to know you
And your name will no longer be called,
And memory is erased from edge to edge ...