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Description
Six in the morning, a fireplace, and a photograph - the house seems to hold its breath and stare at the fire; memories melt in the flames, and promises turn into a thin, almost ridiculous emptiness. A broken soul sounds not pompous, but like a tired clarification in the diary of life: yes, it was painful, yes, there were barefoot runs across glass, but now it's all neatly folded little scars. Stars fall not for salvation, but as decorations in a play where the roles have already been assigned, and the only thing left is the warmth of the embers and the strange habit of keeping the past in plain sight. A little irony - as if heartbreak requires a chamber interior and soft lighting - and a little warmth, because even emptiness sometimes looks cozy in the early morning light.
Lyrics and translation
Original
В камине в шесть утра фотография твoя
Горят воспоминания о тебе
У камина в шесть утра разбитая душа
И все твои обещания — пустота
В камине в шесть утра фотография твоя
Горят воспоминания о тебе
У камина в шесть утра разбитая душа
И все твои обещания — пустота
В камине в шесть утра
Твой маяк подарил мне боль
Устал я жить, все обиды тая
Уходи, за собой закрой
Сколько бы я ни просил
Ну ты же знала, что меня теряла
Я босиком по стёклам бегал так упрямо
Если бы не твой милый голосок
Я бы упал, сделав последний вздох
И звёзды мирно падали как будто для меня
Я каждый раз загадывал тебя не потерять
Но больше не могу, я просто мучаю себя
Теперь ты больше не моя
В камине в шесть утра фотография твоя
Горят воспоминания о тебе
У камина в шесть утра разбитaя душа
И все твои обещания — пустота
В камине в шесть утра фотография твоя
Горят воспоминания о тебе
У камина в шесть утра разбитая душа
И все твои обещания — пустота (пустота)
Пустота
Пустота
Пустотa
English translation
There's a photo of you in the fireplace at six in the morning
Memories of you burn
A broken soul by the fireplace at six in the morning
And all your promises are empty
There's a photo of you in the fireplace at six in the morning
Memories of you burn
A broken soul by the fireplace at six in the morning
And all your promises are empty
In the fireplace at six in the morning
Your lighthouse gave me pain
I'm tired of living, all my grievances are melting away
Go away, close it behind you
No matter how much I ask
Well, you knew that you were losing me
I ran barefoot across the glass so stubbornly
If it weren't for your sweet voice
I would fall, taking my last breath
And the stars fell peacefully as if for me
Every time I wished not to lose you
But I can't take it anymore, I'm just torturing myself
Now you're not mine anymore
There's a photo of you in the fireplace at six in the morning
Memories of you burn
A broken soul by the fireplace at six in the morning
And all your promises are empty
There's a photo of you in the fireplace at six in the morning
Memories of you burn
A broken soul by the fireplace at six in the morning
And all your promises are emptiness (emptiness)
Emptiness
Emptiness
Emptiness