Текст песни Мария Бунтарская - Опять пишу тебе - Алексей Апухтин

I write to you again, but these bitter rows
Read won't be you ... us vital flow
Forever separated. Aliens we are now,
And my mournful voice is lost in the desert.
But I write to you then that I'm used to you
Turn everything to you that whispers my tongue
Without a goal, reluctantly, your old speeches,
That I consider life from our first meeting,
What a cute way your mile every day
That there is no peace to me without storms of the past days,
What flour jealousy and sorry crazy flour
I seem happiness before the horror of separation.