Текст песни Ах Астахова - Эту женщину любил я больше всех

Taking the microphone and tried not to laugh
I cried like unto git
And the woman I loved the most less
He pointed a finger at the abandoned

She stood in the middle of the crowd
The crowd laughed , rubbing his hands
I have seen how changing features
Her face from Nakata boredom

I watched a quiet kind look
Her eyes wandered indifference
By madmen , that bite and hiss
I'm less of that greatness

She went under the laughter to fade
The patient crowd
I stood and hesitated

After all, this woman I loved more than anyone else
But on this day she does not admit it