Текст песни Андрей Андреев - Тебе

like a nightingale song
pachy song
on my head
The zubbunnaya blossomed, the knife grew
And now she hung like a lifeless
thoughts are my thoughts! pain in the temples and crown
I wasted my youth without emptiness, without time
at night I press the cruel to my heart
in the dark it seems to me hugging sweet
outside the window harmony
I know I am nicer than you who will not meet
Love, blood like a cherry dawn
like a guitar old like a new song
With the same smiles, joy and anguish
everything exactly beloved will fade bird cherry
I have already faded, but I don't know where
drunk or something but no
I liked it when I was young, but now they left it
good song at the nightingale
groin song on my head
The zubbunnaya blossomed, the knife grew
And now she hung like a lifeless