Текст песни Евгений Карачкин - Только не Меня

Again knocks on the temple
Happiness sick my
As if through the fingers of the sand,
Just so it is.
Silosta of unsubstitial hopes
Abandoned kiss
The smell of betrayal is fresh
Plour in the drum cold bullets.
The edge is even closer now
Step just left to stand,
This last is our chance,
Next no longer forgive.
Throw out of the head
Trash, give you to die
Just find my dreams
And do not lose too much ...

Again knocks on the temple
Happiness sick my
Red boils in veins juice,
This is to curse yours.
Mind for a long time behind
The heart goes forward
Only finals of the way
Afraid like incense damn.
What is there, immortal pain
Or love to the end?
Pull the main role
Or a stigma scone?
Throw out of the head
Trash, give you to die
To recognize we,
In order not to regret ...