Текст песни Татьяна Похло - Немногим

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At the auction of wealth and glory
forever the same price.
One alphabet of manners,
only times are replaced.
Countless acts and judges
there is one prayer from the ages:
"Love me few
for many times ... "

When nature freezes
rain and grief breathing
Hot flower comes to life
in the palm of God's hand the soul.
So if it happened to wake up,
and my autumn is clear -
I’m alive, few
for many times ...

When the sun does not rise
wake up the earth is cold
Frosty cold in the morning
whiteness will fall on the world.
Music notes will crumble
the string will burst from time ...
I am with you, my few
for many times ...