Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Не проси меня петь о любви

Do not ask me to sing about love in the night by the campfire
Do not ask me to name names - you understand everything myself
Suli not for a ballad sung by a handful of silver not
All the same, this secret I wanderer, you will not give.
Hear - tale beam along the rocky shores of the slides
And Fate lurking, confused fingering yarn,
Only cold sea also threw everything at the feet of
Only white gulls floated about something grieving.

Minstrel winged heart easily hit
And methane in the radiant eyes crazy fire
He stood, with no hope of her love
Useless blade habitually clenched hand.
And their love was like a flame of fire in the wind
That goes out in the morning under a fine autumn rain
Let sometime in the song happy poets sovrut
But I know - only a day, but the day they were together.

And with the dawn of the newly bred crosshair ways
He's gone, and it took a year to his death
How do you say, maybe he even remembered her,
But the death of her I can not even sing it.
And at the heart of the fog remained deaf anguish
Only time will survive the loss and pain
Do not know anyone, as I carried the dead at the hands of
Because of this I do not dare to lay down a song.
Do not ask me to sing about love in the night by the campfire
Do not ask me to name names - you understand everything myself
Suli not for a handful of silver ballad unsung
All the same, this secret I wanderer, you will not give.