Текст песни Кристина Орбакайте - Без тебя мне не мил этот мир глупых игр...

odd loud roar of the city
Divide evenly crows sky
Wind from the old hobo beard ruffled
Along the sidewalk wet
I go solid steps
I'm probably too proud
I walk alone in the heart of the city
Underfoot whisper of gravel
The rustle of gravel rattling gravel
Maybe it reminds me,
What's on the verge of I
Everything is fine everything is still
But I tremble under clothing
Just oxygen in town
I do not have enough, I'm suffocating

Without you
I'm not nice
This world
Rough Game
I want to lose
This world
Without you
Without you
Keenly waiting
Do the same
Anything
Call
Lie
Missing the world
Without you

Yes love lives deceptions
I understand you're not made of stone
And sometimes close my eyes for a moment
We must ourselves
I could not make it in time
And now so cold
I'm probably too proud
For the first time, one in the city center ...

Without you
I'm not nice
This world
Rough Game
I want to lose
This world
Without you
Without you
Keenly waiting
Do the same
Anything
Call
Lie
Missing the world
Without you