Текст песни Женя Рассказова - Галерея классная песня успокаивает

It is a long corridor,
Curtained series of paintings,
Only one lonely eyes:
Rove memory - the local caretaker.

I'll tell him: & quot; Take
All canvases in bright light,
I want to see it,
What kept these pictures. & Quot;

Chorus:
Most of the galleries of the desert
Dusty pictures of my fate,
Those still those people,
What went quietly out of my fate.

Here lives my love,
All of her oblivion.
In the framework of past years
All my past.

Cute watchman whose wine
We see bad you watched
Kohli erased names
Under different from the pictures.

Chorus.

Only one blank in that
Gallery frame is.
The guard, with this emptiness
Hurry curtain.

I harnessed the frame
In the farthest corner,
What would that void
Your portrait was not able to get.