Текст песни Людмила Кононова - И снова ангел плачет обо мне

Love does not seek its own, forgives, is longsuffering,
giving nothing neither time nor death,
oh my quiet soul, keep the talan of humility
and never tempt the imagination of love ...

And again the Angel cries for me
I touched forgotten songs again
Oh it's you, funny love
Your formidable appearance is quite impressive.

Oh, do not beckon, your gifts are bitter,
Oh, don't scare me, I know your charter
So they stretch on tiptoe,
As they smack into the chest, but the drops have risen,
And booing the former shrine,
They leave the game calm ...

In the hour of tenderness, you are generous and sweet,
On the day of boredom - you are lawless and evil,
In your hands a horseshoe and a needle
Go to the others, I didn't call you ...

And again the Angel cries for me
I touched forgotten songs again
Oh it's you, funny love
Your formidable appearance is quite impressive ...