Текст песни Екатерина Рин - Я плачу порой вечерами...

I cry at times in the evening and do not wipe the eye,
In the hundreds of questions I lose my answers.

And the wind to the arch under the house dries the tears again.
A darkness very quickly ate away silhouettes.

And someone's cold hands fascinated me away,
A warm someone's stretched me jokingly,
But apparently had to leave, that windy night
With other people, not saying goodbye to you, we are gone.
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I cry at times in the evening and do not wipe the eye,
In the hundreds of questions I lose my answers.

All this is not sad, and only one of us
Until the pain to cry, cry regret it.

(C) ekaterina rin, 13.02.16