Текст песни Лида Аксенич - Дни бегут

Barely audible heartbeat of love, let
Tears from the eyes - a farce, and I - pass.
River mouth discussions rush into sadness
Rearrange the words, phrases, us.
You are far already, because that hurts
So arrange the truth in places
And I'm sitting on our floor,
But you're probably somewhere with him there.

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The days of running, the days fly
And who are you smiling with gloss.
What remains for me to you
Choose I bend your fingers.

Here are two colors of paint, but
I will learn a good idea to draw
But not those on canvas, it is not without the
Deft change those lips, dresses
You know, it happens takes longing
The heart in a vise, you give me a close
Gold otseit days from the sand,
Putting the whole game on our names.