Текст песни Тарнакин Александр - Я себя не жалел...

I myself was not sorry
And when I burned
In his commander's APC
God help me is seen,
I do not come more life
In the light of a closed door

I myself was not sorry
And I swear I did not want
Try to imagine someone's pity
Down and Out adopted in full,
Like a cup of wine
And, perhaps, a little left

They hid their wounds
Letters only about love
We brides and mothers wrote.
Do know that we can,
What words of love
We were imputed for faithfulness

Adoring as he could,
How birch sap,
I drank every our meeting ...
Narrow, to know your little world -
recognize clue
You pity compassion

Well, my letter
You take it and burn it,
Yes, and just forget about this
I do not pity asked,
Just do not have the strength to
Without you - no favorite god

I myself did not regret ...