Уличная нация - Моя любовь к тебе жива - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

She sits by the window and sobs softly, she sits by the window and remembers him, drops tears on the floor. She knows, he doesn’t call anymore, remembers his kisses, his house. She naively believes in happiness next to him, but he is no longer She is not with her with her. Gorod is covering the darkness, then trees, snow, she is waiting for a call ... how much can you cry? Can forget it? And then another tear is flowing down the cheek. She finishes a cigarette ... well, how much can it be? which is today? And ahead is all the same days as yesterday, like today without him and with him. He makes a dress and go to bed. He rushes in the hope that he will call again, but there is no call .. A tear flows down the cheek ...