Текст песни Надежда Бурдыкова - Поздним вечером

I'll talk to a donated toy
And love in a room flower,
Let's leave the letter under the pillow
Your warmth keeps my modest house.

Only time for me,
It does not tee
It like snow froze at the yard,
To you sadness
And memory returns
Somewhere in the distance
Call me: "It's time ..."

And nothing can be done with the soul,
She again in childish zadrocks.
And as if in the unknown limits
In the edge of the far over you grieves.

Soul is calling you
And quietly crying
Can't touch
And say,
Only time
Nothing means
And I seem like
Began to fall asleep.

The toy leaned out surprisingly
Digured letters, frozen flowers
And in the house everything is mysterious and sleepy,
And I believe that you will be next.

I'll talk to a donated toy
And love in a room flower,
Let's leave the letter under the pillow
Your warmth keeps my modest house.