Яков Осташ - Авторская - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

No mindless, there are no eyes, albeit sad, sometimes the tears roll out of them, when men offend themselves, do not assume their azure eyes when they are deceived, there are no guilt of your guilt for them, wines are those who are shy and are trusted. White there is no color of your icing of your eyes, the eyes are contemplated, they are the beginning of the shower of the earth, sometimes that they are cruel, do not hide behind their eyes, they burn me in the veins, without them the world of living, the works of the Lord will lose meaning