Текст песни Михаил Круг - эта боль не пускает к другой

These tears, tearful eyes,
This name is not next to me.
I could go back,
I did it with flowers in the spring.
This pain will not let to the other,
This pain is impossible to get rid of,
After all, since I parted with you -
Neither come nor write letters.

Chorus:
And somewhere in there so long the snow was falling,
And the heat of summer is replaced by defoliation.
And how many would not have been happy days,
They are like birds fly away
And carry it with you,
Leaving the pain.

I stabbed her name forever,
I told her many poems dedicated.
My pain to sleep with white snow,
I gave her my heart.
What I saw with her vivid dreams,
I looked at her, not breathing.
I did it with a bouquet of flowers,
I could only cry soul ..