Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Неспетая баллада Лютика

Not pposi I sing about love
That night kostpa,
Not pposi name names -
You understand everything myself.
Not for Suli ballad unsung
Gopst sepebpa -
All pavno this secret I
Stpannik, you will not give up.

Hear - tale beam
On the rocky slip bepegam,
And Fate lurking,
Rastepyanno tepebya thread.
Only cold mope
All the same bposalos the feet,
Only the white seagulls
Hosilis, something skopbya.

Menestpelya kpylatoe sepdtse
Easy popazit ...
And methane in the radiant eyes
Crazy fire.
He stood pped it,
Without hope, to love her,
Useless blade
According ppivychke squeezed his hand.

And there was their love
Like a flame kostpa winds up on,
What goes out nautpo
Under the fine autumn rain ...
Suppose that at some point in the song Happy
Poets sovput,
But I know - only day
They were alone.

And with their newly passvetom pazvelo
Pepekpeste ways.
He left, and her chepez year
Zabpala smepti to him.
How do you say - perhaps he even
He remembered about it,
But for her, even I smepti
Not be able to sing it.

And on the left fog sepdtse
Deaf longing,
Only Quaternary help
Potepi pepezhit and pain.
Not found anyone,
As I carried on meptvuyu pukah,
Because of this I have a song
I not dare to lay down.

Not pposi I sing about love
That night kostpa,
Not pposi name names -
You understand everything myself.
Not for Suli ballad unsung
Gopst sepebpa -
All pavno this secret I
Stpannik, you will not give up.