Текст песни Вадим Казаченко - Чужая

During the night the fire was cold,
The wind went for a walk
 I did not forgive you
 There is nothing for me to forgive
 During the night the fire was cold
 The wind is tired to walk
 I did not forgive myself
 What became lonely

 Refrain:
For a long time we need to understand,
What good do not expect good
 And lasts a strange game
 We are not drawing together
 Such a strange game,
What's just foolish to wait for good
 And I have to understand for a long time,
That you are a stranger ...

Cold of my nights