Текст песни Osmanova - Под такую музыку

Under this kind of music are written poems,
Drawn picture and break the wall.
I once long ago forgave sins,
And I do not write about you ... epic

Under the kind of music I want to cry,
By choosing rhyme to the word "not for you"
And do not look similar to you,
Each finding all your features ....

Under the kind of music I want to face,
On a crowded platform or in a deserted park.
Do not tell, do not dream of return,
In times of that in the photo in the frame.

Just do not lie, that I had forgotten,
After all, time does not heal, but the scars scars.
Do not say "I've never loved!"
I can not stand the pain once the wound ...

Under this kind of music are written poems,
Desperately lines lie in a notebook,
I am now in the world a little deaf,
Where no one can hear the whisper of our music ...