Текст песни Витас - Опера 1

We always lack something ...
We always lack something ...
 And the longing for our heart is enough,
 In the autumn we are staggering.
We are filled with another's joy,
We feast on others' feasts ...
 It's like the sun on a forest glade
We draw our heads above the tables.

 I'm as drunk as you are
I'll hold you in my arms ...
I'm crazy to you, like swearing
Neither the enemy nor the ladies, nor will I give a friend ...
So with me happens infrequently,
I'll give you a piece of happiness.
You'll be like a light in the windows,
 Moths will go to your light ...