Текст песни Александра Ант - ... с кочевыми ветрами

Probably, I am very happy -
in my head waterfalls, fjords, mountain climbing.
But how would I myself did not treat,
I remain stupidly beside you lonely and proud.

Talk about other things and other,
self-torture undergone, the past, but not forgotten.
I can wake up on the edge of the night,
wake up in the blood - we were both drenched in blood with you ...

Sometimes I dig in anniversaries,
I think like him, with whom he falls in love, one hand holding.
And among the crowds go for the familiar smell,
both at the funeral then I cut lips memories.

And still desperately happy!
Your cold harbor miss you tenderly.
Love you, I also saved me.
Reconcile with fog, rain and winds nomadic.

23/9/14