Текст песни Валентина Пономарева - Не говорите мне о нем минус

Do not tell me about it,
 Another former not forgotten.
 He is to blame for one in everything,
 What is a girl's heart is broken.
 Do not tell me about it, do not tell me about it.

 It is my fault that I'm sad,
 What people ceased to believe,
 What heart I'm all alone,
 Though young, and live tired.
 Do not tell me about it, do not tell me about it.

 Why was reminded of it?
 Olden days I do not come back ...
 All in the past, the past is in it,
 That's because the tears are pouring ...
 Do not tell me about it, do not tell me about it.

 He is guilty, but if he
 Conceived to wriggle out again-
 I forgot I used the mountain as a dream,
 Do not reproaching him not a word ...
 So tell me about it, so tell me about it!