Текст песни Гузель Мазитова - Стихи о счастье

More often asked poems about happiness,
To not everyone is hard
But poems come more often
When in the soul dark

When you don't see light
And in the morning you are silent,
You close a dense heart
And from work home do not rush

When people seem evil
And the weather is to become everything
And when treacherously heart
Only to him only

I'm in confusion and hopelessness
I survive as soon as I can
Do not ask poems about happiness
I will write them as soon as I find

Guzel Mazitova