Текст песни Ольга Арефьева - Ведь боль моя сладка, как мёд из сот

Do not believe me, I do not believe you,
Laugh at me like I'm over you -
I do not care, just life - in half,
Into itself, into itself,
Into itself, I'll throw the first stone.
Into itself, into itself,

I shout myself & quot; go! & Quot ;,
That cry was taken up by a crowd celebrating
Judge me for what lies ahead,
My love of impunity.

After all, my pain as sweet as honey from the comb,
Although the black earth, stale crusts
I have not forgotten predatory sky,
But I can not remember the person mёrtvyh-

And I smile bitterly when
I weighs a heavy stone on the heart,
I'm not alone - with me my trouble,
I do not care I do not care
I still have about that warm ...
I do not care I do not care
I still have about that warm!