Текст песни Филипп Киркоров - Что там вдали

What is there away - all my life,
You read it between the lines.
Wait wait
Press the drove tire.

Do not be sad about me and do not think
Dear to pain earth.
I'm tired without finding my bullet,
I'm tired away from you.

You take me in gentle hands.
I hurried through cold and heat,
In many years of separation.
How I cry when meeting with you.

I run along the spring forest,
Heart closely in chest arms,
And cherry fairy color
My cares are falling asleep.

I can not, I can not breathe
This herbs is young.
Juvenile, put out, fattening,
And I will go to her head.

You take me in gentle hands.
I hurried through cold and heat,
In many years of separation.
How I cry when meeting with you.

How I cry when meeting with you.
How I cry when meeting with you.