Текст песни Мурат насыров - Остался один

Call, do not get tired of waiting
Oh my love, I will sing again
Years like rays, those words are nobody's
I stayed...

The wind blows clouds outside your window
In the east of the mountain steeper and blows witchcraft
The desire to embrace your tender camp is spreading.
Somewhere under the cover of mystery, say pretty drunk

On the carpet of the purest phrases,
Remember the pore, the world flourished for us
I'm your slave again, the trumpet will sound
in my fingers

The wind blows clouds outside your window
In the east of the mountain steeper and blows witchcraft
The desire to embrace your tender camp is spreading.
Somewhere under the cover of mystery, say pretty drunk