Текст песни Igoralt - Черный силуэт

While in the melancholy of growing fright
It is still given to us, living,
But we must deceive each other's hearts.
And to lie to yourself, chilled, destined;

While clinging to the frozen window,
We are guarded at night by the shadow of a disease,
And only the ends of the agonizing circle
Are not kept in the last link, -

I want to understand, we are devoured by longing,
That world, that moment with its miraculous paradise ...
There is no instant - only the dead light is shining ...

And the garden has died ... and the door is crammed ...
And the snow is coming ... and the black silhouette
Has become cold on a mirror of a granite.

Innocent Annensky