Текст песни Амир Фаткуллин - Ведь было все хорошо

After all, everything was fine
(Music by Amir Fatkullin, words of Anastasia)

We were together, it was good
So good, do not convey in words.
And the body still remembers that warmth,
By which your hands surrounded.

We parted so silly, incomprehensible,
Deciding that it was too TOO good,
To each other whispered indistinctly:
"Our roads have dispersed ..." and all ...

And time passed: hours, weeks, years,
Trying to drown our senses,
We again played some roles,
But you can not forget your heart.

And having met accidentally in the transition
As if everything has come to life again for us,
The blush flared up, as if in a frost:
We did not forget that love ...

Those feelings of light in us did not kill time,
And so I wanted to return everything,
Alas, do not throw off our burden to us
Everyone now has his own way.

And we are not the same: family, cares, children,
There is no freedom that we had,
But our fleeting meeting,
It seemed the past opened for a moment for us.

Arriving home in a special excitement,
Usually wrapped in a warm blanket,
The memories suddenly came flooding in a moment,
Alas, but in the past there is no road ...

Finding by chance old albums,
We survived all that time again.
And suddenly in the eyes were born tears:
And after all, then we had love ...

Once they said, time heals,
And so I wanted to believe, it's true,
But that random, unexpected that meeting
In one moment, it plunged into dust.
We were young, so happy, careless,
It seemed to be so for us always,
But in this world nothing lasts forever,
Do not become our former for a time ...

And one morning after finishing a cup of coffee,
You suddenly understand, it could be all wrong,
And so you want to throw everything on the road,
Turning on a narrow path, just like that.

And in memory will pop up that number,
That the heart and soul are familiar to the pain,
And again in a year the familiar voice
Invisible threads of the heart will touch ...

And exchanging a couple of phrases,
Hearing in the voice all the same passions notes,
Having understood each other at once, without embellishment,
Having said only time and "Saturday".

Arriving an hour earlier to that place,
What warmed us in the cold and in sorrow,
And to my heart again, pressing my own hand,
As if years have not separated us ...

And tears gushed out of my eyes involuntarily,
And there was no need to say any words,
We understood each other all of a sudden,
That even the sky could not condemn us.

And having sat so for a very long time,
Not daring to break the silence with a couple of phrases.
Raising his eyes to the sky, it's morning,
As if time, the stars are everything for us.

And so I wanted to shout the sky, the sun:
Stop an instant even for an hour!
We both understood-it's impossible,
But I wanted so much to believe in now.

Wandering the alleys of those familiar,
So it was terrible to let go of your hand,
Which was the best,
That this moment could give.

Forgetting about vanity and all matters,
As if the sky gave us those moments,
They enjoyed each other so,
What broke the heart of frenzy ...

But it all ends, as it is not unfortunate,
And so our past is gone.
We fortunately so trusted obediently,
Completely forgetting about our nature.

We returned home to a halt,
And without even trying to explain
The family, crazy with excitement,
What happened to us to survive ...
Anastasia