Текст песни Неизвестен - Николай Недоброво Анне Андреевне Горенко

Are you apart from your poems
I can not break my soul.
How can? They are not singing your words Do
With you can revel in separation.

But it would be better to me, and you never hear about them!
Your soul, like a bird beating
In my chest at the heart of every verse,
And your voice in throat, flippers, winds.

Carelessness frank with me
And proximity - what an obsession!
But delusions of absorbing heat,
Boil over into jealousy enjoyment.

As you sound in response to the heart,
You souls, opened her lips, breathing,
You, in the approximation of each person,
In his blood singing flute hear!

And how many lives your voice
Redeemed insignificance and flour ...
Now you know what I'm so tormented? -
You, for I am not spevshaya sound.

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