Текст песни 10.Трофим - Самая короткая ночь

Mole on his left cheek, wet eyelashes,
Crumpled pillow in hand.
And the hope of beating in the chest of a wounded bird,
I'll remember this forever.

Whose fault is that that's so right on the living
Morning divides life in half.
It's like to dive headlong into the maelstrom,
Relying only muddy waves.

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The shortest night before parting,
Most bitter Gazette - dawn.
Someone, perhaps all, says: & quot; Goodbye! & Quot;
But the road to the past is not,
But the road to the past is not.

I told it like it is, I know it hurts:
The truth hurts more than lies.
In chamber duet love we sounded solo
It is a pity that it did not sing again.

Chorus

A new day whirl maelstrom
Urgent matters and endless worries
And you get used to the diversity of the day
Without me, without me.

Chorus

Mole on his left cheek, wet eyelashes ...