Текст песни Трофим - Родинка на левой щеке

Trofim
& quot; The shortest night & quot;
Introduction.

Mole on his left cheek , wet eyelashes
Crumpled pillow in hand
And hope banging in my chest , injured birds
I'll remember this forever
Whose fault is that just like that, right to the quick
Morning divides in half life
It's all the same , that dive into the maelstrom
Relying only muddy waves

Chorus:
The shortest night , before parting
Most bitter herald the dawn
Someone regretting everything , says Song for saying good
But the road to the past are no
But the road to the past are no

I told it like it is , I know it hurts
The truth hurts more than a lie
In chamber duet love, we heard solo
It is a pity that it does not re- sing

Chorus:
The shortest night , before parting
Most bitter herald the dawn
Someone regretting everything , says Song for saying good
But the road to the past are no
But the road to the past are no

Solo.

A new day , a whirlpool swallow
Urgent matters and endless worries
And you get used to the diversity of the day
Without me , without me

Chorus:
The shortest night , before parting
Most bitter herald the dawn
Someone regretting everything , says Song for saying good
But the road to the past are no
But the road to the past are no
But the road to the past are no
But the road to the past are no

Mole on his left cheek , wet eyelashes