Текст песни Сергей Гуров-Ушаков - Мне тебя не хватает рядом

I miss you near
Your harmful, funny eyes.
There is no longer a golden garden,
But the fire foliage is not going out.
View in the window, phone on the palm,
Conversations, wheeled knock.
I love to fall asleep in the car,
After all, the road is my best friend ...
I will dream again this torment,
This dampness and this dirt.
Even the dream could not be deceived,
Without giving me again.
And again on the same route,
Troy times I have passed the path ...
Again the evening, similar to morning,
This dampness and dirt, and torture.