Текст песни Альбина Боголюбова - Утро

A night without sleep was replaced by a wise morning,
I have long forgotten the morning to the wise
And falling asleep at the table in front of the windows
Morning roses not audible thunder do not remember lust.

The morning of the evening is wiser
The bitterness of weariness is colder.
I taste my memory
I am sad when the sun goes down, I laugh when the sun rises.
The morning of the evening is wiser
The bitterness of weariness is colder.
I taste my memory
I am sad when the sun goes down, I laugh when the sun rises.

Morning paints a small city with a delicate color
Who will help me with advice, the gate is breaking?
And falling asleep at the table in front of the windows
I see a house covered by twilight (in the evening), like the sword of Damocles.

The morning of the evening is wiser
The bitterness of weariness is colder.
I taste my memory
I am sad when the sun goes down, I laugh when the sun rises.
The morning of the evening is wiser
The bitterness of weariness is colder.
I taste my memory
I am sad when the sun goes down, I laugh when the sun rises.

The morning of the evening is wiser
The bitterness of weariness is colder.
I taste my memory
I am sad when the sun goes down, I laugh when the sun rises.
The morning of the evening is wiser
The bitterness of weariness is colder.
I taste my memory
I am sad when the sun goes down, I laugh when the sun rises.