Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Когда уста привыкшие к злословью..

When the lips are accustomed to slander
Utter a prayer to heaven
And a wise God, trusting love,
I forgive me for that - I do not know myself.
And it will become unimportant and ridiculous
And I understand that in their misery,
I was happy on the Earth only once -
In those days, when she was mine.

I lived recklessly and carelessly.
Crazy blood is like wine.
Her love seemed endless
And I could not think otherwise.
But day after day wasting in Sue
I did it hurt and hurt
And I lost the love of her holy
In those days, when she was mine.

How late we become wiser
At the cost of losses, mistakes and losses.
Who she was now warm at night,
This gives it the love today.
Let her be obedient power
May God keep her children
Because I learned earthly happiness.
In those days, when she was mine.