Lyrics Олександр Шевченко - Я тебе не покину
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Приспів:
Я тебе не покину,
З тобою стрічаюсь щодня,
У буденності крила знаходжу,
Злітаю у наше кохання,
Розіп'явсь на хресті
І молюся, щоб хтось мене зняв,
Бо, їй Богу, уже не протримають
Цвяхи до рання.
Як то важко вбивати крізь руки
Залізо у хрест,
Як то важко вбивати крізь голову
В серце розлуку.
Як то важко боятись,
Що в кажидонощика перст
І з усього розмаху обличчям в багнюку.
Вже тоді не піднятись,
Тоді не розправити крил,
Вже тоді поглузують пліткарки,
Бабусі і діти,
Будь любима завжди серед розпачу,
Болю і кривд,
І люби як належить людині у божому світі.
Приспів.
Chorus:
I will not leave you,
I meet you every day,
In the routine of the wings I find,
I fly into our love,
Crucified on the cross
And I pray that someone will take me down,
Because, for God's sake, they won't hold on anymore
Nails until early.
How hard it is to kill through the hands
Iron in the cross,
How hard it is to kill through the head
In the heart of separation.
How hard it is to be afraid,
What in the narcissist's finger
And with all the scope of the face in the mud.
Even then do not get up,
Then do not spread your wings,
Even then, gossip mocks,
Grandmothers and children,
Be loved always in despair,
Pain and grievances,
And love as befits a man in God's world.
Chorus.
I will not leave you,
I meet you every day,
In the routine of the wings I find,
I fly into our love,
Crucified on the cross
And I pray that someone will take me down,
Because, for God's sake, they won't hold on anymore
Nails until early.
How hard it is to kill through the hands
Iron in the cross,
How hard it is to kill through the head
In the heart of separation.
How hard it is to be afraid,
What in the narcissist's finger
And with all the scope of the face in the mud.
Even then do not get up,
Then do not spread your wings,
Even then, gossip mocks,
Grandmothers and children,
Be loved always in despair,
Pain and grievances,
And love as befits a man in God's world.
Chorus.