Текст песни Татьяна Буланова - Гори-догорай мой придуманный рай

How time flies forward,
It was a time of love and time lies,
Now, for me,
Time of fire dancing.

From the heat of dry eyes,
Photos, letters and poems,
All that wind is not erased,
I throw in a night fire.

Gori - burn out, my paradise invented,
All that was passed bylem overgrown,
Gori - burn out in the heart of a poor play,
At the heart of the hot play, the string gets over.

Who will heal with love,
You can weep all their eyes,
These letters are stored, but the tears did not appease the fire,
Perhaps your warmth,
Before me here though so I came today,
You failed to help, enlighten me though the night.

Gori - burn out, my paradise invented,
All that was passed bylem overgrown,
Gori - burn out in the heart of a poor play,
At the heart of the hot play, the string gets over.