Текст песни Ирина Круг - ..кого я хотела, того и звала...

Tale
This wind is blowing in the closed windows, tearing off its hinges
This night conjures white snow, whisking bed
Nothing that tropinochke lie, it does not tell you where you went,
And in the morning threw traces, no one will know who you loved.

I myself decided, though she guessed the night, but my
Do not worry dear, what will that was not your sorrow
Nothing that tropinochke lie, it does not tell you where you went,
And in the morning threw traces, no one will know who you loved.

At night, the song is not heard and the road is not visible, only hear the sound of hearts
Here and fairy tales end ...

What am I God that I people, what do they care with whom spent the night.
Who will condemn me? Whom I would, and called!
Nothing that tropinochke lie, it does not tell you where you went,
And in the morning threw traces, no one will know who you loved.