Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Мелодии

I came up with the melodies,

I tried to comprehend eternal.

It turned out nicely like:

That plant, then a woman.

How much would be promised

Do not klyani fate, do not evil -

neither plants nor women

I did not bring fruits.

I tried to try importantly

I was timidly, then unsubstantiated.

Paradise Garden - Paper Flowers.

And in my house my insomnia.

Not a wife and not a mistress -

I did not sue the sins.

Someone cursed like a fig tree:

I'm Ile my woman.

Would obey, repent,

Pray incense to me.

Only all to hell will ride

Whose power is inexperienced.

Greet trees again

dead moisture word.

But, bias the eyes of lovers,

He hears God that I sing.