Текст песни Эдуард Хуснутдинов - SHANSON

My soul is on the light of the light,
One year per year wanders
Everything is looking for again happiness eternal
To cure longing cord.

To cure your suffering,
Find love and understanding.
Forget the last days of the dreams,
And call some mute.

Wasted a clouded loneliness,
As if angry fate prophecy!
In the soul's chest as a bird is moving
In the hope of meeting with happiness in life.

To find love desirable,
In the dream, believe in the long-awaited.
After all, so the soul is tired to suffer
Maybe it will still work!

But where are you love beautiful,!
The dream is honeying and passionate.
Years of my hanging,
And life goes to sunset sinful.

All there is no love wonderful,
And in the heart only boredom flattering.
Probably late, wait and repent,
I remained maroying for me ..