Текст песни Черное ...белое - Мы выбераем, нас выбирают..

We choose, they choose us,
     As it often does not match!
     I follow you by the shadow,
     I'm getting used to the inconsistency.
     
     I'm getting used to it, I'm glad to see you!
     You do not know, and do not!
     You do not recognize and will not help,
     What did not work out - you can not put it together!

     Who will be mistaken, who will guess,
     Different happiness falls to us.
     Often, simple things seem absurd,
     Black - white, white - black
    
     Happiness is such a difficult thing:
     That long-sighted, then short-sighted.
     Often, simple things seem absurd,
     Black - white, white - black.