Текст песни В. Третьяков - Наваждение

Again visit Spring - an obsession,
Again my soul razvezlo.
Get Well pardon me,
But do not lie, I was lucky.

After all the passages as hatches battened down,
And even the other does not ...
Just a boy from the outskirts of Riga
Not once arranged plot,

Just a boy from the outskirts of Riga
I do not accept the story of life.

Thank God - miserable little soul ...
I hear he is, the rustle.
Strange, but not much, I grew up -
Put men "fifty."

But I did not climb any Poets, no prisoners,
Do not believe it - did not write poetry!
I wrote a continuation of Music
The one copied from Heaven ...

I wrote a continuation of Music
The one copied from heaven.

I once if here on a mission
And gave me the role of comforter ...
Well, that's where, say, the knowledge,
And why me this pain?

I as if all remembered the Lord,
And even see through all the time,
How are you living in a small town,
Hopelessly in love with me ...

You're living in a small town,
Hopelessly in love with me ....

Hopelessly ...

27.04.2011 Mr.