Текст песни Руставели - мои мысли смеются уныло..

How often do we get lonely
How often do we sidestep
And sadness draws you into all the juice
And you believe only one death

Someone cries , buried in the pillow
Someone is looking at a blank window
And to the temple inserts gun
Those who do not care anymore ...

I'm writing a single line
On a lonely notebook sheet
At the edge of a lonely road
I miss lonely in a dream

My thoughts are laughing ruefully
Over my face ashen
They were lonely happiness
For me it will be the end ...