Текст песни Тамара Миансарова - Вот ведь какая

Pure Soul
And honest heart
There was a musician
The attic is cramped.
He had an old piano,
He who knew dreams, knew sorrow ...

The poor man once sat down to the piano
And the strings the girl created
Only the song poured -
The girl in the sounds was born.

She whispers that she is in love,
What brought happiness she.
That's what, what ...

Life is not nice to her without him,
Nobody wants to know -
She whispers to him.
That's what, what ...

Attracted and embraced,
Lips from the lips did not
That's what, what ...

And I fooled him,
And he stupefied him -
That's what it is.
That's what, what ...

Only the song is short.
The words stopped, the notes disappeared.
But not longer than any song
Maybe sometimes love ...

Not for long their love lasted
The song was silent, happiness disappeared.
The girl disappeared from her hands,
Only the last sound rang ...

And do not seek, and do not call,
Do not return this love!
That's what it is.
So it is appointed by destiny:
If your beloved is not with you,
Only whisper:
"That's what, what ..."

Do not judge, do not contradict,
You will not return a handful of words.
That's what, what ...

It can be seen that the circle closed in happiness,
If a gentle friend leaves.
That's what, what,
That's what, what ...

It is easier to live in a loft cramped,
If you are friends with a good song.
And the musician started again
The former motive is quiet to play.

And the girl returned to him,
Hardly had music awakened.
And their love returned,
And the happiness to them has returned again.

She whispers that she is in love
And that he will be faithful.
That's what it is.

Life is not nice to her without him,
Nobody wants to know -
She whispers to him.
That's what, what ...

And she attracted, and embraced,
Lips from the lips did not
That's what, what ...

And I fooled him,
And he stupefied him -
That's what it is.
That's what, what ...

That's what, what ...