Текст песни Борис Сердюк - Госпиталь

In the morning they still did not destroy
Soul sings to a meeting with doctors
And I would be treated with your loved eyes
After all, the pain separation is always scary of any trouble

Sadness flies like a rustle
Nadezhda burst on healing
And I would have the hands of your warm touches
Gone bovka like snow from the mountains go snow

Tomorrow's day I meet as shooting
Diagnoses that in the sentence lines
And I would love your hot bumps
In the arms of gentle, I would accurately survived

Then the snow goes, then summer heat
Changes life your clothes-paints
And I'm getting worse without love and affection
In handless hands, doctors omit