Жека - Без любви твоей мне не жить, а любовь, как миг коротка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A month from the sheath and removed, the stars of the island to pain, whispering her name bitterness in a clean field,

Nobody wins my wound from the throat and before the keyboarding, this is the love of Gypsies, the blood in the grass is soooed

We pay a high price by a longing century, the hot veins are crying with silver string, and all because the fogs in the steppes are not crowned with her, if I die, my mother, then let her not know.

Without love your love, I do not live, and love like a moment of short, I don't need to drink a bitter, if life is not sweet, I carry me a raven, even though the edge of the land is at least around the edge, maybe there will be a painful pain, and the soul will drive sorrow.

The road, far fled to the feet of the horse of the crow, sobed for the river, sobbed, and the coast bent the undercover, dropped the dawn as a bride on a distant hillow, I didn't have a place in the world, and the blood was dried with a crust.

Without love your love, I do not live, and love like a moment of short, I don't need to drink a bitter, if life is not sweet, I carry me a raven, even though the edge of the land is at least around the edge, maybe there will be a painful pain, and the soul will drive sorrow.