Текст песни Толя Хэлп - Наше завтра не наступит

The evening is not blazing burnt out
I lower my eyes
Apparently, our focus is not ripe
There is no place for love
What tomorrow, we are not together
This fee, a matter of honor
we will not be more than a number
more happiness, I will not give
Do not forget, I do not believe
Thou shalt destroy them, I'm sure
But not much has been
His happiness exchanged
On treason, forever
In the annals of the year we will make
And do not come, our tomorrow
But do you remember me

Remember me to thee
Salt, salt on the wounds
Rash me, a rash does not hurt me
I was alone, so will mean
And you from my heart I wish you good luck

Remember me to thee
Salt, salt on the wounds
Rash me, a rash does not hurt me
I was alone, so will mean
And you from my heart I wish you good luck