Текст песни Светлана Сурганова - Мне с тобой не ходить

I do not go with you this forest dense,
I do not cry into your shoulder.
I do not wait for you at night in your old house,
Do not look at you through the window.
I do not iron your silk blond hair,
Do not look in the reflection of the soul.
I did not wait, I can not live, just do not even sing -
Granaries are empty without you.

I absorbed the theme songs of yours,
As a dry land - rain.
A phone call where a door creaked -
That hope is that you walk.
On the ground there, in the sky - not all the same,
How to come to us on the night of the angels.
You - a stranger's sister, someone's brother for you.
Someone's mother, and someone and daughter.

Let the warmth of your hands warms that,
Triune has become once.
Let the weary words disintegrate in the mouth
Simple easy staccato.

Extol paint a gloomy spring day,
Well, I believe it is,
I ran into a closed door banged,
But that was the heat.

I - a traveler going to a rising star.
You - Prince, you - gentle clown.
I do not go with you this dense forest.
Everyone chooses his route.