Текст песни Владимир Ванин - Что имеем не храним

And for a minute I heat
Even the sun is not happy.
After you left, left again,
And if the rain dripping tears.

There were the bitterness and sadness,
Memories doubt.
And you believe I'm sorry,
What we mistake for a moment.

What a moment it decides life
Do not suddenly lucky lucky us
We are that we do not store
And we lose the bitter weeping.

What a moment it decides life
Do not suddenly lucky lucky us
We are that we do not store
And we lose the bitter weeping.

In an oak grove the nightingales
Sing nicely filled.
They sweat to us about love,
But I've not work with it
There were the bitterness and sadness,
Memories doubt.
And you believe I'm sorry,
What we mistake for a moment.

What a moment it decides life
Do not suddenly lucky lucky us
We are that we do not store
And we lose the bitter weeping.

What a moment it decides life
Do not suddenly lucky lucky us
We are that we do not store
And we lose the bitter weeping.