Текст песни Елена Фролова - Нет, сердце моё больше, чем эта мука

No, my heart
More than this meal !
As the day comes -
She sings and sings ! Come on ,
Go poplyashem
In my heaven ..
Fire - for the soul ,
Soul - on the scale.
To tell ,
That flame is not burning ,
What light does not tremble ,
And God - saves ! ..
But my heart sings .
At the heart of living
The bird !
Oh, my heavens ,
Will you tell her
Dreams ...
This trouble
It does not run anywhere ,
It does not bother anyone .
The sun - do not count ,
It is - the sun . And yet !
And no light can not .
And my heart
In the sky lives
Melts ...
In it a bird sings ,
No she
Pack.