Текст песни Ирина Линдт - Чем я останусь

What will I remain - just a joke? -
In your memory, in bitter speeches.
Late morning tea with bergamot
Horses served, tears in his eyes.

Goodbye tea, an hour with tears
Tea roses are hotter than fire.
Remember, at night we cut them ..
Roses will stay in my place.

"Ah, do not rush! - you said. -
Who is in a foreign land, yearning, waiting for you? "
You made this tea for me,
Throwing bergamot into clear porcelain.

Goodbye tea, an hour with tears
Tea roses are hotter than fire.
Remember, at night we cut them ..
Roses will stay in my place.

I loved you, enjoying the flight.
Tears no goodbye, wave your hand.
What do your fingers smell like? Ah, bergamot -
The smell is alien and dear.

(Don’t wait for tea - a farewell note.
Time to forgive and forget the fugitive.
Your breath is like a bergamot
My lips will be kept to the end.)

Goodbye tea, an hour with tears
Tea roses are hotter than fire.
Remember, at night we cut them ..
The nights will remain, but without me.