Баста - Время не лечит... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Time does not treat, heals alcohol, treat seconds spent with someone else, treat long streets and prospectuses in lights, huge glasses that are not visible tired eyes, treat dreams about summer, about a new life, and time .. time does not heal, Time goes by, but nothing changes ...

Is beautiful, like hundreds of white roses

You will drown in the sea of ​​bitter tears

at night, eyes closing, you are silent

Call, you call, I will buy ...

Try to read the prayer, keeping the eyes dry

for dreams come true, stay next to them

for ensuring that others believed in your love

Fire your element, goddess without a mission

and how they did not ask to believe, do not believe the gossip

Remember, feelings are most expensive in the world

You are blind, if you live dirty paper happiness

Nor a drop of tenderness nor a drop of passion

Everything is done in vain - pure love is predicted

then you say strangers about him that all nonsense is

confidently putting a point, stock yourself from the inside

Live with another, but know it in your blood

Sleepless nights, the same days

Empty weekdays fly through cold in the chest

no matter how much in his pocket, money is not harmful

You just remember everything and wrap back

again without the mood, killed again in the trash

again one in the warrior field, again time to boys

The bowl was boiling, and so abandoned everything

On the bottom there is only freedom of pain and anger

She asked to be nice, although he had been cold for a long time

At night in clubs: girlfriends, whiskey, tequila

And here is a dream in which she realized the loss

I realized what it just won't return now

Why hope to do not exist

you ask for help from God, he is unlikely to destroy

You failed to keep it in your hands

You lost love - this is your main fear

ready to quit, leave all the strength to return what was

And there was happiness next to your beloved

often breaks his head about what they say

You just remember everything and wrap back

remember the last message, writing letters

remember when you kiss you read thoughts

they were chicted, empty and it seems so not needed

but did in moments of sadness unarmed

This ridiculous episode of the love novel

Stayed in the past, the wound remained in the present

Grams of cocaine doses will hang the brain,

not leaving space even for tears