Текст песни МІА - Розпач

I'll tell you about the flour
This is when native eyes are foreign
When you put your heart on your hand
And it's like a fist
I will tell you about despair
This is when you fly into the abyss
Already the soul testifies before God
But you will save and shout

And in the heart pain
And in the heart of despair
And memory is like a wormwood bitter
I don't want the happiness you lent me
And I will not have my own ...

I'll tell you how empty
This is when there are no memories or dreams
At heart only a pain clot
On his lips only a dumb cry
I'll tell you about the longing
She asks me everything
How will I be without you now,
How have I been with you so far?

And in the heart pain
And in the heart of despair
And memory is like a wormwood bitter
I don't want the happiness you lent me
And I will not have my own ...