Полчаса

I didn't find you at the party
You're no longer in this city
Even tried to find you through pictures
Suddenly you left an accidental trace

A tear falls on my palm
In the darkness, dead eyes wander
A tear falls on my palm
Exactly half an hour left until morning

Next to you, I want to die
But without you, I don't want to live
Tomorrow everything won't be so bad
On the horizon, a bloody thread