Lyrics Наталья Могилевская - Він не сказав ні слова
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І ще одна історія весни, написана під сонцем і вином,
Про те як ти хотіла бути з ним, і перший раз не ночувала в дома, ледве була із ним знайома.
І ще одна історія весни, написана росою на очах,
Про те як ти хотіла бути з ним, і бачити тепло в його очах, і бути медом на губах.
Приспів:
Він не сказав ні слова, тільки тримав руками, все що було між вами, і більше не прийшов,
Сльзи текли рікою, на твоє юнне тіло, перша любов навчила, бути завжди собою.
І ще одна історія весни, іронія розламаних надій,
Про те як ти хотіла бути з ним, і вірила в його солодкі мрії, але тебе вони не гріють...
Приспів (2 рази)
ВІН НЕ ПРИЙШОВ..........................................
And another story of spring, written under the sun and wine,
About how you wanted to be with him, and for the first time did not sleep in the house, he was barely familiar with him.
And another story of spring, written dew in the eyes,
About how you wanted to be with him, and see warm in his eyes, and be honey on his lips.
Chorus:
He did not say a word, only holding hands, everything that was between you and no longer came
Slippers flowed through the river, on your youthful body, the first love taught, to be always yourself.
And one more story of spring, an irony of broken hopes,
About how you wanted to be with him, and believed in his sweet dreams, but they do not warm you up ...
Chorus (2 times)
He did not accept ..........................................
About how you wanted to be with him, and for the first time did not sleep in the house, he was barely familiar with him.
And another story of spring, written dew in the eyes,
About how you wanted to be with him, and see warm in his eyes, and be honey on his lips.
Chorus:
He did not say a word, only holding hands, everything that was between you and no longer came
Slippers flowed through the river, on your youthful body, the first love taught, to be always yourself.
And one more story of spring, an irony of broken hopes,
About how you wanted to be with him, and believed in his sweet dreams, but they do not warm you up ...
Chorus (2 times)
He did not accept ..........................................