Текст песни СадЪ - Песня не та

My voice is lost in the courtyards, in the squares,
On the washed plates, in roadside replacements.
He will settle echo in the metro transitions,
Bubbles in the bottles of Golden Tyro.

When you drink it, know, in every sip,
There are a little me, like a swallow,
And in every book of your several lines
Anyway about me, no matter what.

At Sagittarius on the chest, somewhere behind heaven,
Your bright shadow is almost not visible.
You are - icon in my very small temple,
I am a precipitate on the bottom of dry wine.

When you drink it, know, in every sip,
There are a little me, like a swallow,
And in every song of my several lines
Anyway about you, no matter how you read.

I never regret anything
Even if you feel sorry about.
In the cold heart, mine became warmer
Hopeless love freezing in it.