Текст песни йисенин - ты не любишь меня, не жалею

You don't love me, don't regret
Do I look my best?
Although in the face of passion mleesh,
Hands on my shoulders lowering.
Young, with a sensual smile,
I'm gentle and not tough with you.
Tell me how much you caress?
How many hands do you remember? How many lips?
I know they passed like shadows
Without touching the fire
Many of you knelt
And here I am sitting.
Let your eyes be half closed
And you think about someone else
I love you because he is not very
Drowning on a long journey.