Калымщик The city is tired of the pain

The city is tired of the pain, the city is tired of the wind
The city of the soul tried very hard to warm itself
Only under a layer of ashes is the theme of love forbidden
The fog hides confusion, revealing false peace

The city of forgotten destinies, the city of forgotten love
Souls have been without wings for a long time, as they wait for the verdict
In the gray dawns of everyday life with faith in the friends of the murdered
They sit silently by the windows and eat without hope

Should I fight, the wind howled mournfully
I was exhausted from the effort to keep the fire going
Why are you hearts pounding sleepily, unhurriedly
Here they are - the stars, nearby, just hold out your palm

And having broken the clouds, the sky opened to the souls
The sky was raining stars down with golden fire
In order not to get lost, it is important to listen to each other
To hear, and maybe we'll start to come alive again

The city is tired of the pain, the city is tired of the wind
The city of the soul tried very hard to warm itself
Only under a layer of ashes is the theme of love forbidden
The fog hides confusion, revealing false peace