Текст песни medformel - растоптала

Rather, as the patch Grab this pain,
Which previously were called love.
And the death of all the senses tell a friend -
And not those you love, and anyone else;

With whom to pour wine glass edges,
Who do not you face that open wound.
It was my heart to you without blemish,
Rastopala it I like it is trampled.

As otplyashut lightning on a dark night,
Hold the bird does not get his freedom.
Take light of dawn procession -
On the wings, it rushes to heaven,

And I'll be looking at empty hands,
I turn around and run away - and no one will catch up.
Lie to yourself now I will not let anyone,
I will forget you, and never remember.

And because your eyes do not let the tears
And do not sing his new song;
Alone bitter beware of thunderstorms,
After all, you do not believe it's me again.

And all the songs you and your verses -
Because the soul all naked.
What do I do with the empty chest now? -
My head is full of mischief!

* On gitalele - capo 2, am-c-em-g