Текст песни Кроатон - Тебя больше Нет

We no longer warm the bed,
You no longer send me to sleep before.
You will no longer touches me lips.
I will not stroke your fingers.
You no longer crumble into the bed of grapes.
You are no longer Poland our lilac garden.
You will no longer throw a bear with me.
Because you no longer have you.

You will not inspire this wind from the hills,
You will no longer pass by these houses.
You can not flourish from the rain drops,
What will hit the first with heaven first in you.
You can't get warm near me
By the fireplace in winter, near the heat of fire.
From me you will not wait for the answer
Why are you no longer alive?