Текст песни Алёна Апина - Я жила печалилась, а потом отчаялась

(Morozov / L.Rubalskaya)
I'll write a letter, but you do not send,
That you did not know that I'll write it.
And no, I hope you do not leave,
That after so many years, I treasure you.

It was all, like everyone else: the meetings and farewells.
I fall asleep with you, wake up alone.
Not expecting from you any promises,
But she thought, what have I a wife.

I waited, sorrow, and then despaired.
Boats moored to the bank someone else.
And in an envelope composed of thought hopeless.
Remembering our past whether to tell.

You got me out of love, I can not be helped.
I already have nothing to ask of heaven.
I wake up with another - he is younger and more.
Well, what the soul, I will not tell you