Текст песни Тёплая трасса - Слеза последняя

How could I not cry to me,
Drops of blood are hot
Outgoing outside
From this bitterness
They walked slowly
And fell breathless,
All returns to hear, do not rush!
Tear my last.

Honey, stay with me,
I, perhaps, to die tomorrow,
I am, perhaps, not to be with you,
But we're going, and no death!

And I did not know better,
How to know you're with me,
Unaware of the past,
You laugh at misfortune.

How can I not wait for you,
In the mountains ringing streams
Gold, my heaven,
In the rays of transcendental candles.

How can I now do not love you
Those who can not die without us,
It is no coincidence hear my voice;
Again back here.