Текст песни Сергей Беликов - Сон-трава

The trouble has green eyes -
They will not forgive, they will not spare.
I walk with my head bowed
Guilty hide my eyes.
I’ll go out to the tender field
And cry over myself ...
Who invented such a pain,
And why do I need this pain?

I didn’t think it just happened
By fate, not by malice.
Your shirt is not embroidered
So that you like me.
And you are not with me in hand
Of the guests you go home
And I can’t even be a cloud
Sail in the sky above you.

We haven’t met in our time,
Weddings are played long ago.
For you to be an extra third to me
Know forever destined.
Nights, hot nights
Sleeping grass rustling
And the troubles of the eyes are green
Persistent look ...