Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Я ухожу теперь все дальше от тебя

If it is a miracle could
And promised to happen to us,
But do not come true, it did not happen,
What good cry, to call at night?

We can not fly together
There, where the light to where summer
If you do not have in your heart
I love me back.

And it is not for us to bloom in spring gardens,
And the nightingale does not sleep at night trills fractions.
Trail of humility, the river of forgetfulness
Now I'm going farther from you.

So close was this heat,
And the stars have promised us happiness.
But it does not come to pass or come true,
And we were alone sadness.

The last hope in the hands of
I hold on, like a bird, and let go:
Let it fly in the clouds,
What do I do with it - because I know everything.

And it is not for us to bloom in spring gardens,
And the nightingale does not sleep at night trills fractions.
Trail of humility, the river of forgetfulness
Now I'm going farther from you.

How much can you cry and wait
Guessing on the runes, whispering prayers?
In two one grace
On the wings of the sky will not come to us,

And it is not given to us to learn together
Neither the pain nor this power,
But still you're in my heart
Such a favorite, so beautiful.

Let us not blooming spring gardens,
And the nightingale does not sleep at night trills fractions.
Trail of humility, the river of forgetfulness
Now I'm going farther from you.

Now I'm going farther from you.