Текст песни Мария Гескина - Бисер

The trick is my nightingale,
Higher, cleaner ...
Tell me what I'm guilty of
Beggar, a beggar.

Explain why you have to endure
Is this pain?
Is it just to sing
How longing?

There is no pride, no feature.
Spineless.
So that in your eyes read:
"poor ... poor ..."

To see them sometimes
(Is it real?),
How the water runs through the rocks ...
So I live.

I like the beads in your hands
Black and White:
As you think up,
What do you want to do.

I like the beads in your hands
Silver:
I did not predict the ashes
To these leaves?

I like the beads in your hands
Scaldedly Scarlet:
My river is shallow,
Mutnaya became.

I like the beads in your hands
Emerald:
They said, do not get used to it,
It's difficult to get used to it ...

I'm strung on a string
Variegated beads.
A voice rang about silence.
And he crashed.