InVino - Марта - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The night sobbed, the day lurked, the pain fells down - the spleen, winter, laziness.

The refrigerating fluff will remove the heat from the body, thoughts tear the brain into pieces - in the shower of the trash.

It all ended - nothing now, it was my passion - a sick passion.

You forgive me, I burned out, or it shifted, or a quail, drank ...

Marta, Marta, about Marta ...

The sky in your eyes could not see

And I feel sorry, sorry, I feel sorry

That you can’t love you, how to burn as a ashes, you can’t ..

Marta, Marta, about Marta ...

None of the women had such hands

And sorry, sorry, I feel sorry

That now no one for you, not even a friend.

You are still clean, like the grass of dew

Sentimental child, spring, spring ...

You came like snow, light first snow

Just sat down on my shoulder

Cap-cap-no

You understand expensive wine

And I was poisoned by all kinds, cheap wines

You are pleased, all your friends

And alcohol burned mine, bend in vain in vain.

Marta, Marta, about Marta ...

The sky in your eyes could not see

And I feel sorry, sorry, I feel sorry

That you can’t love you, how to burn as a ashes, you can’t ..

Marta, Marta, about Marta ...

None of the women had such hands

And sorry, sorry, I feel sorry

That now no one for you, not even a friend.

Marta, Marta, about Marta ...

The sky in your eyes could not see

And I feel sorry, sorry, I feel sorry

That you can’t love you, how to burn as a ashes, you can’t ..

Marta, Marta, about Marta ...

None of the women had such eyes

And sorry, sorry, I feel sorry

What am I saying about this, only now ...