Текст песни Е.Ваенга - Скучаю

I have no character, but gunpowder
A cute look is also a reason
He took his hand, kissed his fingers, yeah ...
It was all the same
He took his hand, kissed his fingers, yeah ...
It was all the same

Something remains between us
A trifle, some little
But I miss you so much
Not summer, not summer, not flying.
But I miss you so much
Not summer, not summer, not flying.

You took my time
You wanted to stop the moment
He took his hand, kissed his fingers, yeah ...
It didn't matter
He took his hand, kissed his fingers, yeah ...
It was all the same

Well, what is left between us
A trifle, some little
But I miss you so much
Not summer, not summer, not flying.
But I miss you so much
Not summer, not summer, not flying.

I do not love you, I do not regret
Go away, go away soon
Don't take your hand, don't kiss her fingers
I care
Don't take your hand, don't kiss her fingers
I care

Something remains between us
A trifle, some little
But I miss you so much
Not summer, not summer, not flying.
But I miss you so much
Not summer, not summer, not flying.