Текст песни Александр Маршал - Обернись - 2. Поплакала

He went, and you, beautiful, in
I spoke nice that there is no more power,
Who would have thought that one day he would go?
And closes the doors to the fairy tale where he is waiting for you

Poplate
Puckot - and enough
Anyway ever
He will pay for everything,
Poplate
You cry, like a rowan,
Like love, she is bitter,
And how are you - beautiful

From myself there is no proc.
To myself, the way to understand everything
Love will meet once on the edge of the earth,
And it will not be important this pain in the chest!