Текст песни Ruben Haxverdyan - Xosqer

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The old gypsy read my fortune
Ashes in my eyes,
He whispered to me in a low voice,
That I am a late traveler.

That my train has already left,
I'm late for it,
He who stole my heart,
He is already far from me.

That my friends are gone,
My loved ones are gone too,
Even my close friends,
They will hardly come to my soul.

And I take out my songs
From the dark attic of childhood,
Where items and their role
They are hidden from the big ones.

And childhood is a bird:
Tied from our hearts.
The thread breaks, it flies
And he leaves us.

And we play our roles,
And I'm tired of that game,
We hide our thoughts,
We are hiding from each other.

These are the words "I love you"
Out of the rules of the game & # 1409: