Текст песни Neketh Prudovski - Бессонная Ночь

"Sleepless night"

one

Somehow at night in winter
when the wet snow fell
I woke up one
and again lying in the dark

In silence from longing
And probably for the hundredth time
I close your eyes
so that with you to be at least an hour

P:

Taste of your soft lips
I want to feel
The warmth of gentle hands
I do not want to lose

But you told me no
Maybe this is the end
Change your answer
I'm probably not a special

2.

It is at night in winter
I suddenly realized
how are you the road
And all night tormented

In silence from longing
And probably for the hundredth time
thoughts putting in a row
I hear the phrase is not now

Taste of your soft lips
I want to feel
The warmth of gentle hands
I do not want to lose

But you told me no
Maybe this is the end
Change your answer
I'm probably not a special