Текст песни Валерия Маковей - Ни На Кого Не Молюсь

It became more expensive wormwood
seq. Tamara Bashmakova

No one else pray
I do not drop a tear.
Verba pray in a forest,
The thirst glotnu thunderstorms.

What soul does not hurt,
A friend is still not enough,
Angel me not fly off.
Spirit illumine not come down.

I do not light the way
At night my faith.
And do not will join in the chest
Fresh wind stream.

It became more wormwood
Catchy thick blue.
Generously floats it is warm
With this bitter herbs.

Each blade of grass trembling -
The one thing that unites with the star.
Only, deigned, rain
Provides universal peace.

He began to comprehend the eye
The force of those that are silent.
Knit pattern spider
Light, heat and beam.

Clover, gentle and small,
Leaves folded, praying,
To silence sent
God in his field.

I would ask the bird
Day to help find,
For in the dew drop
Once again, hoping to find.