Текст песни Константин Никольский - Я не хочу, чтоб кто-нибудь приник к моей печали

I do not want anyone pressed to my sorrow
Get out, now I do not have one
And any steps that sounded familiar
Neither the sight of your dear eyes.
Leave me and my door today denser Cover
And the fresh breeze did not open the windows
Today, somehow all sad and hopeless
Soul, which is dull and dark.
My sadness to me priniknut wants
I do not know her, but each of us,
Who sings fun who weep (dancing) il laughs,
It comes quietly to his appointed hour.
When it comes to heart so many complaints and doubts
Someone was crying, and she was far away
Repeats dull voice that life color spring
Gives the fruit where the ashes and longing