Текст песни Петраченко Екатерина - Подмосковье

Moscow region

From love nothing left.
 Tinnitus from your chatter.
 And do not you call - it is a little,
 What can I do these days.

Without love, the lights go out - in the service of the Church
 Do not go at night every day.
 A winter again carousing sellout.
 I buy on credit in April.

Only in the sense of the music acquires.
 In each note, verse, rhythm of life.
 I release you forever,
 Well, you hold on without me there.

And in Moscow the snow white, shiny.
 And passers faces sadness melts.
 If I loved you this.
 I would you never said "good-bye".

And every day, watching the snow,
 I see smiles on the faces of passers-by.
 Apparently, God sometimes sends us
 The most valuable in life mistakes.

29.01 - 02.03.13