Текст песни Лина Кейчер - холодный апрель

Distinctly , I remember a cold April
When passers-by took off their jackets,
And I wanted to bundle up warmly,
If only the soul , not frozen , to Durkee .

Your promises, words and phrases -
Turned into a burning ash ,
And then we added nightmares .
And so brazenly thrown straight in the face .

But I am loyal and faithful was
When his eyes met shouting :
" Be my executioner ,
And it is better to strangle his own hands . "

In the summer , their desires with others suffocated ,
And you know , I'm still not reported ,
I'm with the other too, I learned to play ,
But that's it, I'm not the least bit loved .