Текст песни Марина Журавлёва - Горьким медом

In the river like a candle stars
Midnight burn.
And birch foliage whispers
About love all night in a row.

Only we did not really hear
Sad songs of the nightingale,
Be just a little closer
We have no way.

Chorus:
Bitter honey,
Bitter honey
I became your love.
About love not knowing the ford,
Go does not.
Bitter honey,
Bitter honey
Watered me off.
Bowl of bitter resentment
All I have drunk to the dregs.

Plucking flower petals,
I am wondering about love.
You've got another
And you do not lie to me more.

Yet the drop of hope
Deep down, she was,
But now you can not as before,
I'm sad now one.

Chorus:
Bitter honey,
Bitter honey
I became your love.
About love not knowing the ford,
Go does not.
Bitter honey,
Bitter honey
Watered me off.
Bowl of bitter resentment
All I have drunk to the dregs.

Hot tears would not keep me,
Pour them in their sorrow.
Offended and miss,
Hate and love.

In the river like a candle stars
Midnight burn
And birch foliage whispers:
"There is no way back already."

Chorus:
Bitter honey,
Bitter honey
I became your love.
About love not knowing the ford,
Go does not.
Bitter honey,
Bitter honey
Watered me off.
Bowl of bitter resentment
All I have drunk to the dregs.
Bitter honey,
Bitter honey
I became your love.
About love not knowing the ford,
Go does not.
Bitter honey,
Bitter honey
Watered me off.
Bowl of bitter resentment
All I have drunk to the dregs.