Текст песни Антоха Гумбин - Пропащая

I'm burning lips
Kissed you.
Days are the best
Far from me.
Drowned a dream
Together with vodka away.
I'm here and there
But I will finish this night.

chorus:
The wind sways the branch
So the time will come
My songs will be heard
My sun will rise
Over the country that sold
Of his sons.
Over such a chasm
But to his pain.

Probably enough
Sad about the past.
Tablecloth on the table
Sprinkled with wine.
Sprinkled shirt
Not your own blood.
Life is not sugar at all
In this river of days.

chorus:
The wind sways the branch
So the time will come
My songs will be heard
My sun will rise
Over the country that sold
Of his sons.
Over such a chasm
But to his pain.