Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Их не зовут...

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They do not call , they come on their own
With a learned affection hands and eyes
With a rich past , false tears
And vows to love for the first time

They embrace , knowing that soon
Hands to touch them
And smolders in the heart of a tiny mountain
Which seems ridiculous

And shudder as if from an injection ,
Feeling the moment when
In parting, willfully - gay
Silent presence of shame.

And hearing the heels down the corridor
She departed in the wee smoke
Suddenly you realize that the road
She was for what was not expensive ...

And unwittingly run out after her
Sad and so happy that I could not catch up
And suddenly it becomes dearer
For the fact that it did not meet again .

With which he himself is guilty of equally
Kohl favorite thirst be tormented
Night said any little bit disbelieving
Telling myself that still believe them .

Night said any little bit disbelieving
Telling myself that still believe them .