Дагестан - бомбящая 2013 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Where are you, with whom are you, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you with me? Why aren't you here? Who will give me such an answer? Who will answer why, I still wait for you, I miss you everything and your image in my head ...

Why, then, why the rain is dripping through the puddles. I am walking on these puddles, maybe someone needs me. The wind blows in my back, have you forgotten about me? I thought that everything was a trifle - everything turned out to be wrong. It turned out everything wrong - this is not a trifle at all. You are far from me, is it not easy for me without you?

Maybe you have another, fun with you, gives affection and love, God boils blood. And maybe you are alone, stand and cry by the window, you remember about me and tears on the cheek ...

Why, then, why the rain is dripping through the puddles. I am walking on these puddles, maybe someone needs me. The wind blows in my back, have you forgotten about me? I thought that everything was a trifle - everything turned out to be wrong. It turned out everything wrong - this is not a trifle at all. Are you far from me, is it not easy for me without you?

I will fall into the boys, I will drink a glass of vodka, you don’t think not from evil, because you have a birthday. You have a birthday. Only there is no me nearby, I can't hug you, what I love to tell you ...

Why, then, why the rain is dripping through the puddles. I am walking on these puddles, maybe someone needs me. The wind blows in my back, have you forgotten about me? I thought that everything was a trifle - everything turned out to be wrong. It turned out everything wrong - this is not a trifle at all. You are far from me, is it not easy for me without you?

Why, then, why the rain is dripping through the puddles. I am walking on these puddles, maybe someone needs me. The wind blows in my back, have you forgotten about me? I thought that everything was a trifle - everything turned out to be wrong. It turned out everything wrong - this is not a trifle at all. You are far from me, is it not easy for me without you?

Write me, write, at least a couple of lines from the heart, and a predicted to me in a dream, then it became easier for me. But you don’t want to write, then there is no soul in you, and you will not be with me, and I will not be with you ...

Why, then, why the rain is dripping through the puddles. I am walking on these puddles, maybe someone needs me. The wind blows in my back, have you forgotten about me? I thought that everything was a trifle - everything turned out to be wrong. It turned out everything wrong - this is not a trifle at all. You are far from me, is it not easy for me without you?