Текст песни Леона Вишневська - Валізами не відправляють сум

The hardest thing to say then,
when really have something to say.
The words
as anchor, fall to the bottom of the soul,
thoughts
alone sit obediently behind bars.
The irony nytsa and shameful.
I hope you are well provchyv time.
You see,
at the intersection of the ocean and sky
with you our sun-drenched Beirut?
On most expensive - silence.
Let the word of mouth - taken away.

My leg would not set foot on
Lord of the conscience forgotten port.
In humans there are more salt
than he can accommodate ocean.
You see,
a sink unborn heart
the remains of failed abortion
as seizures
memories of the pier
and how to bend the arc of disrepair?

It is still not zahoyilos, it still throbs and aches
so that does not sleep, the bed touching her back.
Sometimes love - a triangle,
where better to be alone,
for he who alone will never be abandoned.