Текст песни Богдана Коломийцева - Сердце слабое

Again tearing apart cough
Again, thoughts flow of patients.
I lie down on the cold tile
And the soul somewhere in the area.

I have to turn to
I have someone to smile and talk.
From what I can not sleep again?
Who prevents me to live happily?

Oh, well, soul grieving ...
Go hug you tight, I.
Your hostess is not real,
Terrible, deceitful, but yours.

And a small lump, gray.
To me rolled up and asleep.
At that time you will believe me.
How many times a year living.

Heart weak, fragile knocks.
Well you fight when you do not have to!
Treasured and kept for days,
And now I would be happy to kill.

You're tenacious, confident blows ...
No luck either in love, or in death.
I did not want trouble intentional,
Term me soon, measure it in three days.

I have three days would be enough for flour.
For three days to live exactly the tire.
That's all. I give up.
I go back I will not.