Текст песни имя твое по прежнему ранит - От меня до тебя

From me to you a couple of winters and the cold ice ,
Too bright stars and someone else's sky .
Someone imagined that everything will be in the spring,
That someone of course, love was never .

From me to you hundreds of miles and night calls ,
Handwritten messages such that they no longer write.
And of course a lot of my poems inept ,
Every word that all the letters of thee breathe .

From me to you his broken fate ,
Hopeless pain and torn to shreds memory.
Someone told me that this is not forever ,
Only your name may still hurt .

Tatiana Surzhko