Текст песни Черный кофе - Яблочный спас

One is a wine,
 The trouble your take off.
 Fearful night knocking,
 Parade apples wake!
 So much changed days
 And forgot to think about it,
 But the problem will not forget.
 
 All the tears of the Virgin
 Yes, keep me!
 Already drank insomnia
 Streets without fire.
 
 The trouble is my trouble.
 The trouble is my trouble.
 
 I will listen to the morning
 The silence of peace and kindness,
 The trouble is, my love, my sister!
 Will make the voice soar,
 Sing pain gentle Saviour!
 Late feel sorry for me,
 The trouble is my pleasure to continue,
 Joy to the hour of death!
 
 All the tears of the Virgin
 Yes, keep me!
 Already drank insomnia
 Streets without fire.
 
 The trouble is my trouble.
 Love my sister!