Н - В свои сорок пять - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In your forty -five you dream of waking up, with your face, on the contrary, that you are familiar with your pain and is already ready to be ready, but it is painful and close to pain, then breathing, sniffing, smile and look that waking up with a thin movement of your lips in your forty -five

But you wake up in the stuffy room, one, and the light seems to be dark and the sun by the moon and you continue to hope to believe that you will soon find peace, with the second half opposite that it complements your image, dutifully smiling in response, your face opposite, and Not with some companion of Peter-Moscow, that I am ready to surrender to the counter for communication, that clouds can earn money, if it is a little more dissolved

And here are your forty senseless years, because that day you could not say three words, that you crumpled your not open soul that day and threw away, from the fact that you couldn’t say three words ... You sat against it, You are ready to whisper, but a lump in the throat, pain, fear took up above you. You could not bring your head to her. Squeeze in passionate arms, kiss ... and in the ear to whisper only three sweet words that you could not say ...

And now ... at forty -five ...