Текст песни Кикнадзе Элиза - На Плечах Прошлого

We are now still slowly moving forward ,
Try to leave the past behind .
Without your - my hands - now the ice .
The cold weather is now in the chest .
Colder around. Yes, it is winter ,
But in the summer of the soul will not have heat.
You're not alone ? But I was alone .
Not wine , but our soul is full of madness .
The thermometer is now no really zeros.
I pity you : do not throw so look -
Without it, hard, and with it any easier .
I so want to lie on the broad shoulders
And to come back a little bit quite ago.

January 2014
© Elizabeth K.