Текст песни Шухрат Хусаинов - Боль - последняя черта

What yesterday I
Search in the world?
More flies coin of the day
In the palm of centuries.
Again night shiver
And that's not fair,
What is the one yesterday, came in the rain
With thy song.

Pain - last feature.
Do not find yourself beyond this.
Oh, why do you seek
Traces of that song that already finish singing?

And the one yesterday, knock
To you yesterday,
What is wrong costume sewn -
It is not scary.
And dizzy,
This means
What he forgets all words
And suddenly cry.

Pain - last feature.
Do not find yourself beyond this.
Oh, why do you seek
Traces of that song that already finish singing?

And in a light cloud of hair
Touch shoulder
And yet, I did not say -
He whispers to her.
Then he will take up the cloth
Gardin old
And suddenly realizes that the glass
Fifteen years was rain ..