Текст песни Михаил Шуфутинский - Милая жена

Do we have stopped talking about love?
Something in the soul is lost, I'll try to give
Feelings their account.
Previously, the love was hot, muchilos heart of fire.
Years fly light a flock, you become a gentle mistress
The house and my heart.

CHORUS:
Was I the money, I was in debt,
I was always faithful to my dear wife.
That would not be me in this life I have,
Forever holds dear wife.

Women are so many beautiful, nothing to do with beauty,
But in the bustling stream of life without you lonely
And airless empty.
Like a favorite book, I read your soul,
But sometimes on the doorstep in a passionate and timid alarm
I, as a boy, standing.

CHORUS.