Волчок Лера - Одиночество - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I wandered through the dark streets; I looked at all these illuminated windows, at all these mysterious nests that people had built for themselves, at the carriages passing by, at the scurrying passers-by. Oh, what loneliness! What sad smoke over these roofs! What sorrow there is in these winding streets, where everyone tramples, works and strains themselves, where many strangers walk, touching each other with their elbows - a cesspool where only bodies communicate, leaving souls alone.

Alfred de Musset