Текст песни Елена Погребижская - За гитарный перебор

You say , my friend,
What do we have to leave ,
That drained to the bottom,
To the bottom of my love,
But do not look for me no bitterness, no poison,
Do not you think ,
What shall I cry .

No love - rather ,
Do not worry - it does not hurt .
Kohl did not love - come on,
Well this here .
For horses , for dancing , for choir,
For guitar bust
I am ready to give any .
Tram - there - Tarida .

I knew all long ,
That passion will not be eternal ,
Goodbye , I'm leaving ,
When you finish talking .
I know , waiting for me
There encampment my careless
And in the dark night
Spread out the tent .

No love - rather ,
Do not worry - it does not hurt .
Kohl did not love - come on,
Well this here .
For horses , for dancing , for choir,
For guitar bust
I am ready to give any .
Tram - there - Tarida .