Текст песни александр шевкун - человек не любивший меня

It was probably a long time ago -
He came and sat down by the fire
and brought me bad wine
The man who did not love me.
He joked and grimaced like a demon,
All holy swearing and cursing,
Oh how cleverly he climbed into the soul -
The man who did not love me.
He pushed all his friends away
What were closer to me than relatives
And quarreled with my beloved -
The man who did not love me.

He boiled with me at night,
A little thing in the last link
And accustomed me to idleness -
The man who did not love me.
He kept telling me - talent is nonsense,
You just have to jump on a horse,
and inspired me with empty verses -
The man who did not love me.
I would have dealt with him long ago
He would not have lived even a day -
If he had not been myself,
The man who did not love me.