Текст песни Ашот Филипп - Девчонка шестнадцати лет

Holding a cigarette in a trembling hand,
You look at his reflection in the glass
And black mascara ran down her cheek.
He took what he wanted and forget about you,
And you kept repeating his name in his sleep,
She wrote poetry on notebook sheet.

The girl of sixteen years ,.
He kept in his heart the secret.
She zaperevshis alone,
Sitting at the window and sad.
The girl of sixteen
Can not find an answer:
It was love,
And now it is not.

The weeks passed under the shadow of the rains,
Only your life difficult every day,
You are looking for yourself, but there are only a shadow.
Throwing his cloak he went slowly,
Dropped lastly: You were good ...
Although not for the love not given a penny.

The girl of sixteen years ,.
He kept in his heart the secret.
She zaperevshis alone,
Sitting at the window and sad.
The girl of sixteen
Can not find an answer:
It was love,
And now it is not.