Текст песни 042.Караоке - Шэмдэллэр

The last shawl in my candle was extinguished,
Divorced, no heat left.
You are mine, I am yours,
The two of us didn’t write life.

Maybe you'll knock on my door,
Both painful and sweet the flock.
From heavy loneliness to both of us
I have a right to the tenderness of happiness.

As a sad meeting,
Because our angry side is gone.
My holy candles from sorrows
I can't be bothered except by you.