Chorus:
It hurts to the heart,
in the eyes of
Spreads life
It is difficult to raise the eyelids,
Even more difficult to leave!
And I'm without you, like, but there is not,
And how painful it clear that this is all that is nonsense.
1k.
Score me with a knife in anger on the pulse-y.
Rasterzay.Tebe because everything on the F-Anar.
I have come uzhe.davno not climb.
I was left for you, a doll in tsepya-s!
Chorus.
It hurts to the heart,
in the eyes of
Spreads life
It is difficult to raise the eyelids,
Even more difficult to leave!
And me without you, like there-but not,
And how painful it clear that this is all that is nonsense.
2k.
Boil the blood
I want to fly.
And splinters in the fingers start to tear up.
I would like to stop playing,
but so hard to learn the summer-amb!
3k.
For myself,
No answer.
I can not go in front.
I opened all the doors for the darkness of the soul.
Go to sleep ... Run away far away.
I used to have time to reach out to you ....-I!