Текст песни Владимир Сперанский - Одиночество

I did not know, and I could not imagine
How lonely I will be without you.
And fell like snow, hundreds of all sorts of worries,
Hundreds of small trouble, and in the shower emptiness.

Hands are lowered, and no more strength,
And my little son is for my mother.
And when someone will go to our door,
He screams: "This is a mother!", And to the door runs.

I forget about pain on white,
I find peace in domestic affairs,
And at night I sometimes do not yourself -
Soul down the bitter tears of loneliness fear.

Hands are lowered, and no more strength,
And my little son jeaches my mother.
And when someone will knock on our door
He screams: "This is a mother!", And to the door runs.