Текст песни Наталья Могилевская - Він не сказав ні слова

Іsche one Istoria spring,
Written pid Sonts i wine,
About those yak minute hotіla Buti s it
Purshia of I just do not nochuvala in the home ,
That ti bula іz znayoma him .

Іsche one Istoria spring,
Written with the dew on his shoulders,
About those yak minute hotіla Buti s it
The I bachiti heat in Yogo sight ,
The I Buti honey on the lips .

Prispіv :
Vіn without saying a word ni ,
Tіlki Trimai hands
All scho Bulo mіzh you
The I bіlshe not priyshov .
Slozi flowed rіkoyu
Tvoє on Jun tіlo ,
Persha amour navchila
Buti zavzhdi him .

Іsche one Istoria spring,
Іronіya rozlamanih nadіy ,
About those yak minute hotіla Buti s it
The I vіrila in Yogo solodkі the Dream ,
Ale you do not stink grіyut .