Текст песни Руставели - Эхо прощаний

She left,
Where - it does not matter
Leaving the way
How to turn itself into a plant,
Leaving the world
What's cooler than a million floes
Where is he alone,
Among them is spaced min.
She left,
Quietly closing the door,
Taking the familiar tomorrow
Leaving someone else today.
She waited,
However, only granted wrinkles
On the crumpled bed,
In the arms of another man.
All too difficult,
And how could it be otherwise?
Even when well,
I want to greater impact.
Mirage happiness felt
But do not touch hands,
Fee the best moments -
So the patient lies.
They have each other,
But this life is not for them,
And crying autumn pile of empty days,
Ahead nothing
Only the gray smoke of memories.
This song is for those
Who hears the echo of farewell ...