Текст песни Кикнадзе Элиза - На Плечах Прошлого

We are now slowly all go forward ,
Trying to put the past behind .
Without you - my hands - now as ice.
Colder weather now in the chest.
Colder around. Yes, it is winter ,
But in the summer in my heart will not have heat.
You're not alone ? But I'm alone.
Not wine , but our soul is full of madness .
The thermometer is now no really zeros.
I pity you : do not throw so look -
Without it, hard, and with it any easier .
I'd love to lie on the broad shoulders
And come back a little bit quite ago.

january 2014
© Elizabeth K.