Singer: Irina Allegrova

And it is not necessary to torture me with suspicion,
I like you better that a beautiful tell me
And let you have a birthday,
My small, but still a soul.
We all women are nasty, cute, God be with you
Anyone who does not first, that we have a second.
Anyone who does not first, that we have a second.

My dear wanderer,
Where are you, what's wrong with you
You are in some unknown country?
Wanderer, my, my baby,
In this hour you're awake
I know you think of me.

For a thousand miles cold Yes Blizzard,
We miss you and each other
Shut up, don't say anything, I know it.
Icle in the heart of the frozen pride
I almost forgot your voice,
Shut up, say nothing, on the heart of the winter.

You don't remember how I laugh, how I cry,
Have you forgotten that I'm in your lives.
As I went to Church on Sundays
Today is the day of my birth.
No, I forgot - you see these roses?
Drops of dew on them like tears.
We with you good friends
For each other we become mirages.
You found younger than I,
You have another family.
What was it, tell me?
Mirages, mirages.
You found younger than I,
You have another family,
What was it, tell me?
Mirages, mirages.

Yesterday in the house of our friends
After all matnah days
We met, and our eyes
Silently behind us, all told without words.
My betrothed, disguised,
I fate predicted
Without you I white light is not nice.
My betrothed, betrothed,
Your voice is hoarse
Heart forever charmed.

Another in the room
Where my shadow is still with your not departed.
It still lies on your hand
And a voice was heard my farewell,
And my quiet "Bye."

I the clouds will disperse hands
In the past closing the door,
And hide behind the seven locks,
You don't look for me now.

Afraid to confirm the worst
Want to avoid the fate.
Surely you are better with her?
This can not be!

Sit and are afraid to return,
Check, and suddenly you're with her.

Not the gap between us, and so, just a crack
Wasn't this woman
Imagined, imagined.

If you do not see
Who, then, to forgive?

If you don't believe
Who then is more?

Photograph nine by twelve
With a naive signature "in memory".
Photo where could you smile,
Although a smile is hardly something to fix.

I waited, waited,
You were the dream of my crystal.
Stole you stole
Well, what crime?