Текст песни Bella Young - Ты послан мне...

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You sent me as a punishment
My sins mercilessly,
Anxious consciousness?
Ile, maybe you are a gift to your heart,
So thrifty and sweet
He opened his door?

You do not give kisses,
Sliding gently me on the skin
Under the light of the morning dawn,
After all, I touch your lips
On the bullet copper looks like;
I will not endure the car of such.

And do not keep your hand gently
When in me sad bouquet
Burns the soul is awesome.
My love remembers you,
But only black and white,
And the footsteps of the past stores.

Sometimes these memories
I give joy tide,
And sometimes, luring in the network,
Squeezing my heart to pain,
When I am weak and silent,
In the soul they make corn.

Please when you pass on the street
And you see - I will meet there,
And almost reach me,
Do not look, do not smile
Do not destroy the soul of rest
And just to the side of the other turning away.

Do not worry my sick soul,
Be merciful at least a moment.
I know, in this life, only my own man
And thanks to himself everything that is now, reached.

Bella Young.