Текст песни Оксана Білозір - Коли нема того, що любиш

Were were on the sun-hope
And suddenly a dark cloud came
And heart covered coolness waiting
And the soul diminished heat.

Where pahkotily grass, honey plants
Spirit bitter smell of wormwood,
For nightingale drinks wee dew
Not awakens in the heart of tenderness string.

And what you find and what ruin,
Never guess
In the absence of that love,
So you love what you have.

Alone humility that we have,
Unfortunately for those hides what is not,
In the mist of dreams hopes adopt
And seduces faith secretly.

Not every heart known love,
What we take as given is
And so comforting themselves in the quest,
What about someone we can not become.