Текст песни Ефим Шифрин - Вдох - выдох

In a house where no one lives,
The wind reads scraps of newspaper,
Waving sunset curtain hand
Broken glass like crushed ice.
The windows are empty gazing into the darkness,
The house is all trying to spot something.
Slam shutters quietly in the palm of your hand,
As if trying to drive away the darkness.

Inhale - exhale, inhale - exhale,
Heart beats like rain outside the window.
Inhale - exhale, inhale - exhale,
My heart is like an abandoned house.
Inhale - exhale, inhale - exhale,
Echoing the rain quickens the pulse.
Wide open all windows and doors open
But I will never come back here.

In a house where no one lives,
Yellow spots instead of photos,
The foreign calendar is lying on the wall,
not letting go of the crossed out year.
The old echo, like an abandoned dog,
Again, the voice rushes quickly,
Not realizing that it is useless to wait
The house, anyway, is intended for demolition.

Inhale - exhale, inhale - exhale,
Heart beats like rain outside the window.
Inhale - exhale, inhale - exhale,
My heart is like an abandoned house.
Inhale - exhale, inhale - exhale,
Echoing the rain quickens the pulse.
Wide open all windows and doors open
But I will never come back here.