Текст песни Марк Апрельский - Нечем

Text - Mark April, Alina & quot; Terioll & quot; Filipova
Music - Mark April

Cold wind your lashes.
A gaggle of tingling - your forearms.
Neither you hide or me - to get drunk
There is nothing, dear. Nothing.

Winter erases melancholy feelings.
Run - do not run, I labeled it.
Laugh, cry - me all empty.
There is nothing, dear. Nothing.

This winter is not warm flame,
But I'm stubborn candle warmer.
And sharpen a scythe that found on a stone -
There is nothing, dear. Nothing.

All will be well. And again, and again -
As the episodes of a chance meeting.
Only I tie three common words
There is nothing, dear. Nothing.

Leave me the storm and blizzard,
That your shoulders are covered with a cloak ...
But alas, I paid I can not -
I have nothing, dear, nothing! ..