Текст песни ТОМАС МУР - Много не спето

More is not so much sung,
Although it would seem, everything is sung,
And, of course, pass the summer,
Over your shoulder ...
I remember how it all began,
I sang about everything
 And even that is left,
Over your shoulder ...

Oh
Your eyes do not burn as before,
Oh
No one knows what will happen next.
And the sun shines high and far,
And the soul from its light easily.

The city breathes, the city believes the city is waiting for,
And someone is looking for, and when may be, will find,

And someone plays, and at that moment,
I see in each chord feat ...

Oh
And my eyes are burning again as before,
Oh
And let no one knows what will happen next.
But the sun shines high and far,
And the soul from its light easily.