Текст песни
Two crystal glasses stood
They were filled with dry wine
And it was as if they were whispering of a happiness
That I'd never see
Their hot hand knocked them over
With red color on the tablecloth and the floor
It was as if God had left me again
And I took the crystal prick
I mix tears with grapes
And the golden vine grows
I quietly read familiar lines
Because I love the thunderstorm in May
And let this sadness be eternal -
I don't ask for deliverance,
I'm travelling through life like an oncoming carriage
I breathe in the cold days
Catharsis!
