Текст песни Сергей Гущин - Тоска по ней

The sunbeam hits with a hammer
Already a day, already a year.
Rain is the stones in my garden
Already a day, already a year.

        And hardly anyone knows where more days are
        Behind me or in front
        And how much will beat in my chest
        Longing for her ...

Perhaps the old forest remembers her trail,
But still he will forget, but I will not.
The clouds will paint her portrait
But all of them will melt, but I will not.

        And every day the feeling is stronger
        That I am her reflection on this path
        And that will not let me just leave somewhere
        Longing for her ...

It remains only to wait for the completion of the path,
After all, a miracle may not happen,
But still the last hope will go away
And it can hardly be the other way around.

        But the war does not abate in my head,
        It is unbearable to wait - who will kill whom,
        And only time will tell what will lead
        Longing for her ...