Текст песни Ольга Кузнецова - Ясным ли днем, вечером долгим...

Clear whether the afternoon, evening
long, when his speech
quiet sounds - nothing
expect me troubles.
You want - take it, eat me ,
want , take it, cut me ,
but from the old grievances
even no trace .

I'm not your music,
I'm not your muse , I
pocket for temporary
smooth his words.
His motley dress ,
his keen sense of ,
and on the Earth Island
a lot about him again .

I took care of him ,
Bering Strait if
firmly the two banks
knit into a tight tourniquet.
Only his virginity
dampens the effectiveness of the mind ,
and on my windy
it will stick.

But all that they created ,
We handed out for two ,
sooner or later , but
our paths crossed.
I'm not your music,
I'm not your muse , I
Just keep ties
I just
yours
woman .