Текст песни Тарнакин Александр - Я себя не жалел...

I myself was not sorry
And when I burned
In his commander's APC
We see God helped me,
Do not come yet deadline
In the light of a closed door

I myself was not sorry
And I swear I did not want
Experience the shame someone
Down and accepted in full,
Like a cup of wine
And probably, a little left

They hid their wounds
Letters only about love
We brides and mothers wrote.
Unless we can know,
What words of love
We are thirsty for imputed

Adoring as he could,
How birch sap,
I drank every our meeting ...
Narrow, to know your little world -
Recognize clue
You pity compassion

Well, my letters
You take it and burn it,
Yes, and just forget about this
I do not pity asked
Just do not have the strength
Without you - without the beloved of God

I myself did not regret ...