Текст песни Наталия Канеп - Как жаль

[ What a pity ]

What a pity that the memory is not killed.
When she, as if unstable,
Pulls suddenly for a thin thread,
Forcing hot tea.

Sitting on the sofa will paint the plaid.
Album from thoughts opening again.
On those pages where it runs from troubles
And Khoron's faded love.

No, not so. Not sluggish, but bloom.
But the color was cut down in one hour.
When I could not forgive betrayal.
And in this moment, no more than us.

And cloudy days reached.
Rain outside the window, and tears on the cheeks.
Only I and my memory, only we are alone.
And the ashes of happiness on my hands.

Thied, hidden in fog.
I begged - the memory is not disturbing!
But you can see the heart not to forget deception.
Do not survive, betrayal and lies.

What a pity! What a pity that the memory is not killed.
By closing the album, having shook fatigue from the shoulders.
I smile, I learned to live.
But still it is a pity that the memory is not erased.

© Natalia Kanepe, 2011