Текст песни Алексей Кудрявцев - Не мани

Do not mani me, don't mani -
I haven't been new sadness for a long time,
Only heal from love
The word said with frost.

Do not mani me, don't mani -
I'm in the pool of your smile
And my tender feelings
Let it be torn to pieces the song of the violin.

Do not mani me, don't mani -
I fell ill with a strange ailment.
Heart tears from the chest
This pain is called love.

This ardor and this blizzard
Not akin to love dreams.
Oh my dashing youth! -
Feelings fight in half.

Well, you, like a muse of heaven:
In the fall with the flower of the head;
All this or fie
In the yellow twilight of the moon?

At the dawn you are not mine
And in the dark not with me,
Like a lonely candle
I will smolder my soul.

Your road is a warm light -
Go there, go, dear ...
There are certainly not people like you
But I let you go.

You are young, fresh, lovely,
You will give your love
And you will always be wonderful
Under the flame of life is blue.

I live, as if, for show.
Forgive me with my love.
Bouquet of flowers in a farewell hour
I put me to the head of the head.

Do not mani me, don't mani -
I have not been new sadness for a long time.
Only heal from love
With frost the word said;
Do not mani me, don't mani ...