Текст песни Ольга Кузнецова - То не к вечеру...

That's not the evening sun rolls -
That little head in his hands down.
You do not wait, when the sky was enough -
And from our love even garden no -

Neither travinochki nor krovinochku -
Todlko wind rushes over the precipice ...
Candle long sunk in the night,
Tell me everything that heart asks.

You're not my destiny to inquire -
What is written - that may be fulfilled.
You do not wear my love
Plo proverbs and insomnia.

Would you like an angel, like, bitch -
Who will love - and a little comforted.
And if not dropped out to become the first -
So why be the last sinner?

I am the wife to you, not a hermit ...
Let no soul knows the darkness of hell!
What is not said - yes remembered
Everything as it is. Well, no - and we do not need!