Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - В те дни

Em Am
When the lips are accustomed to slander
H7 Em
Utter a prayer to heaven,
Em Am
And a wise God trusting love
D G
Forgive me for that .. I do not know myself.
E Am
And all would be absurd and irrelevant
C H7
And I understand that in your poverty
Em Am
I was happy on earth only once,
Eim H7 Em
In those days, when she was mine.
Then I was mad and careless,
Crazy blood is like wine.
Her love seemed endless,
And I could not think otherwise.
But day after day wasting in vain
I did it hurt and hurt,
And I lost the love of her holy
In those days, when she was mine.
How often we become wiser
At the cost of losses, mistakes and losses.
Who she was now warm at night,
This love she gives is now ..
Let her be obedient power
May God keep her children,
Because I learned earthly happiness
In those days, when she was mine.