Текст песни Ольга Кузнецова - Ясным ли днем, вечером долгим...

Clear whether the afternoon, evening
long, when his speech
quiet sounds - nothing
expect me troubles.
You want - take it, eat me,
want, take it, cut me,
but from the old grievances
even no trace.

I'm not your music,
I'm not your muse, I
pocket for temporary
smooth his words.
His motley dress,
his keen sense of,
and on the Earth Island
a lot about him again.

I took care of him,
Bering Strait if
firmly the two banks
knit into a tight tourniquet.
Only his virginity
dampens the effectiveness of the mind,
and on my windy
it will stick.

But all that they created,
We handed out for two,
sooner or later, but
our paths crossed.
I'm not your music,
I'm not your muse, I
Just keep ties
I just
yours
woman.