Текст песни Елена Ваенга - по моей щеке

A tear runs down my cheek
I will not be the same as I was yesterday
I would find a country of fools
I would write a song without words
I fell in love with someone you can not
What am I saying
Yes, that's for nothing.

My love has no schedule
I have a soul like a cabriolet
I only have marks on my toe
For a dream I hold, like a hair

I would be silent,
Well, at least I can not sing
Time-therapist
It is necessary to suffer
I will forget everything that was yesterday
I want to go home and I'm already ... time