In the morning - loneliness.
In the evening - fun.
In the morning - no one.
In the evening - all for this.
And I want to be silent
And I want to stay.
And my heart to all ...
But they don't go away.
Her voice proved to me,
That I must not suffer,
That everything around is not true,
That rudeness is important.
Somewhere far the forty-eighth soldier fell.