Текст песни Витас - Плачет чужая тоска

Crying someone else's longing on the autumn wind ...
Just don't know exactly how fate ask us
Happiness piece, not separation,
At night, to pain for us not to vote ...

At night you, like a cross, fats ...
As if we lack something.
The sun has cooled over the tables,
Hands and heads, morning brings ...

It often happens as if the heart is enough ...
Joy someone else's joy again fills.
Everyone is going, I know again behind your back,
Like moths in the meadow of forest ...