Текст песни Наталя Могилевська - Він не сказав ніслова

Shte one of I Istoria Spring, written by pid Sonts i wine,
About those yak tee hotіla Buti s it, i just do not nochuvala Purshia at home Ledwith Bula іz znayoma him.
Shte one of I Istoria Spring, written by dew on sight,
About those yak tee hotіla Buti s it, i Yogo bachiti heat in sight, i Buti honey on the lips.

Prispіv:
Vіn ni without saying a word, tіlki Trimai hands all scho Bulo mіzh you, i do not bіlshe priyshov,
Slzi flowed rіkoyu on tvoє yunne tіlo, Persha amour navchila, Buti zavzhdi him.

Shte one of I Istoria spring, іronіya rozlamanih nadіy,
About those yak tee hotіla Buti s it, i vіrila in Yogo solodkі Mrii, ale not stink you grіyut ...

Prispіv (2 Razi)

VІN NOT PRIYSHOV ..........................................