Текст песни Н-960 - ПО МОЕЙ ЩЕКЕ

A tear creeps down my cheek

I no longer become the same as I was yesterday

I would find the country of fools

I would write a song without words

I fell in love with someone who can not

What am I saying ... Yes, this is in vain

My love has no script

I have a soul like a convertible

I have marks only on my toe

Hold on to a dream like a hair

 

I would be silent, well, at least once not to sing

Time is a therapist, you have to be patient

I will forget everything that was yesterday

I want to go home, and I have to go