Текст песни Диана Теркулова - полынь

I'll slide over you like a sharp razor
You will not see the colors of my palette in a dream
I will not rush to you and I will not cry in my sleep,
But I will write down all the words about you on paper.

Chorus:
Bitter love is like wormwood grass, there is a ring on his hand, but trouble in his eyes.
Bitter love is like wormwood grass, there is a ring on his hand, but trouble in his eyes.

No, I don’t regret myself that I gave my soul
Together we ate the berry, she was a wolf
So we will part with you, every night under the moon
And at dawn to meet, all allowing yourself.