Текст песни Геннадий Жаров - Не жалею, не зову не плачу

I do not regret, do not call, do not cry
Everything will go like with white apple trees smoke
I used to be Curly Macho
And now we judge four times
I used to be Curly Macho
And now we judge four times

My soul hurts from shocks
Being like childhood not to return
And how bitter, but poet Yesenin
Helped me get up for this mournful way
And how bitter, but poet Yesenin
Helped me get up for this mournful way

Life gave a mischief, do not quit a candle
There is another place in the body for the soul
My kabatskaya rus, everything is like landing
As the grave fraternal. Treasing - Hanging

In that edge where yellow nettle
I tried to love longing
There from the Spirit of Ripe Pour
Hit the brow in the ball
There from the Spirit of Ripe Pour
Hit the brow in the ball

And looking at the sky, in the expectation of a miracle
Although in my years wait for miracles ...
What if parole? But God you are from where?
But I'm just like a shot
What if parole? But God you are from where?
But I'm just like a shot

Life gave a mischief, do not quit a candle
There is another place in the body for the soul
My kabatskaya rus, everything is like landing
As the grave fraternal. Treasing - Hanging

I'm leaving the day
Without listening to the shine behind his back
Further from the prologue to the epilogue
With a fun of thoughts head
Further from the prologue to the epilogue
With a fun of thoughts head

Life gave a mischief, do not quit a candle
There is another place in the body for the soul
My kabatskaya rus, everything is like landing
As the grave fraternal. Treasing - Hanging