Margarita

Waking, she did not burst into tears
As she frequently did
She had woken up with the presentiment
That today had lost
Something was going to happen
She kept the feeling warm
Afraid that it might leave her
"I believe it," whispered she

Solemnly
Solemnly

She looked around, but the world was lifeless
And miserable, joyless, beggarly
Half-naked trees, not a breath of wind
Not a cloud, not a living soul
She looked around, but the world was lifeless
And miserable, joyless, beggarly
Half-naked trees, not a breath of wind
Not a cloud, not a living soul

In short, Hell
In short, Hell
In short, Hell
In short, Hell

Waking, she did not burst into tears
As she frequently did
She had woken up with the presentiment
That today had lost
Something was going to happen
She kept the feeling warm
Afraid that it might leave her
"I believe it," whispered she

Solemnly
Solemnly

She looked around, but the world was lifeless
And miserable, joyless, beggarly
Half-naked trees, not a breath of wind
Not a cloud, not a living soul
She looked around, but the world was lifeless
And miserable, joyless, beggarly
Half-naked trees, not a breath of wind
Not a cloud, not a living soul

In short, Hell
In short, Hell
In short, Hell
In short, Hell