Текст песни Облачный край - Грустная история

Sad story

You are grumbling even pay dues rate.
I - Komsomol activist.
You have a shaky ideological platform
But I'm a fighter - a propagandist.

We are so different, but
My soul is full of you.
It is sad, but to you
I love kindled.

You drink wine, you as a result of dangerous misconceptions
Friends questionable in a circle.
In the light of the steep timely decisions
I put up with it I can not.

We are so different, but
My soul is full of you.
It is sad, but to you
I love kindled.

You are the focus of a vice,
And I have a moral standard.
You have acquired a wealth of experience ahead of time,
I - champion of abstinence.

You profess to love
Very dubious objective:
First - mutual affection,
Then - a joint bed.

Tormented, struggling with him, I do not sleep during injury
And I begin to fade.
As at the same time I come to you with love,
A belief is not to betray?

Copulation want
But the compromise will not allow!
After all of that, what do you live,
I am absolutely intolerable!