Текст песни Нурислан Ибрагимов - О, как жаль

The treasures of the heart are dying
Oh, what a pity that they die
With every January gust
In a light flair of fluttering streams.
The minute will never return
When your fingers play music
Who just accepted each
A golden kiss in a twilight.

Hair shine in diamond smoke
Over the granite of premiere theaters,
The chiaroscuro of the beginning of a smile
On your beloved face to shiver,
The smell of clover and strawberries
Half-secret of evening touches,
Will never return, I know
Even at the happiest end.

The treasure of the heart is dying
Dies, not distributed,
The world is poorer for eternity
This is eternity on his deathbed.
Nothing ever comes back
Nothing ever comes back
Even if we merge again
Like two candles in a cold dawn.

The minute will never return
When your fingers play music
Who just accepted each
A golden kiss in a twilight.
The smell of clover and strawberries
Half-secret of evening touches,
Will never return, I know
Even at the happiest end.
Nothing ever comes back
Never ... Nothing ...
Even if we merge again
Like two candles in a cold dawn.