Горький опыт (Gorkiy opyt)

Less and less words that I believe in
Outside, cities continue to age
There are addresses I drive to
There are addresses I will never make it to

Years will end the long agony
And all that will be left for us is to forget and forgive
It's like I'm holding your hand again
But now I can let it go

And if the bridges are burned
There will be ferries
Even broken clocks
Are right twice a day

When words run out
And whispers replace screams
We will realize for ourselves
That this is just a bitter experience