Текст песни Телешев - Поговорим ,мой друг

Talk my friend
Let's talk
Pour soul
Yes no one understands
Do not rush
Some sit down a little
After all, we like stars
In this life, burn
All that managed to dial
Do not take with you
And all that is so happy
Of course home and children
Come on my friend is still a little nallem
For this happiness that we live on white light

Perevych

Allowed to Late
So that the soul speaks
Of course it is a sorry for my life
And nothing will happen
Of course it is a sorry for my life
And I want to confess
Come on my friend with you to the bottom
To do not say goodbye to friends

Things to throw everything and fly somewhere
Where eyes look sometimes indifferent
Fall in love somewhere and from happiness to die
Wake up in the morning and understand that everything is fine
Well, from what the soul is so broken
Well, from what my soul is increasingly crying
Yes, because in this life sin
And believed in God knew he bequeathed otherwise

Perevych

Loss