This song was created by Erkesh Shakeev (Еркеш Шакеев) in 1996 (A’Studio). The song is very popular and it is like that nowadays too. I think the song is above the time. It is sharp and calm at the same time. It is about love and indifference and it is about a hope.
If you read the words of it you will probably think the song is about a man and a woman. The woman is falling in love with him. The man is not. And he leaved her… it is a usual story of life.
But I am sure the song is about the the hope and the dream.
She is crying seating next to the window. It is the truth but the reason of it is that she has not met him yet. She is unloved because they have not met each another yet…

Нелюбимая
группа "А-Студио"

YouTube - А-Студио - Нелюбимая (1996).flv

Позолоченный след твоей слезы горел в ночи,
Обнимая меня, сказала ты: не уходи.
Зная, что нет моей вины,
Я прошептал тебе: “Прости,
Все пройдет, не грусти, не грусти. ”


Нелюбимая ждет меня у окна
Вечерами темными, как всегда,
У окна ждет меня, ждет меня.


Позабыл о тебе я навсегда, но иногда
Желтых писем листва летит ко мне издалека.
Я не прочту твои слова
И не увижу никогда
Облака горьких слез между строк.


Нелюбимая ждет меня у окна
Вечерами темными, как всегда,
У окна ждет меня, ждет меня.


Я не прочту твои слова
И не увижу никогда
Облака горьких слез между строк.


in English


Unloved

by A-Studio



A gold-filled light of your tear was shining through the night
Embracing me you said “Don’t leave me”
I knew that it is not my fault
I whispered to you “forgive me,
Your sorrow will be allayed. Don’t be sorrow, don’t be sorrow”

The unloved waits for me next to the window
When evenings are dark she always waits for me
It is always. She always waits for me next to the window.

I forgot you forever, but sometimes
Your letters which are like yellow leaves are flying to me from far
I will not read your words
And I will never see
Clouds of your bitter tears which are between the lines.

The unloved waits for me next to the window
When evenings are dark she always waits for me
It is always. She always waits for me next to the window.

I will not read your words
And I will never see
Clouds of your bitter tears which are between the lines.