Текст песни Трофим - Родинка на левой щеке

Trofim
& quot; shortest night & quot;
Introduction.

A mole on his left cheek , wet eyelashes
Crumpled pillow in hand
And hope banging in his chest, a wounded bird
I'll remember this forever
Who is to blame , that 's so right on the living
Morning divides in half life
It's all the same , that dive into the maelstrom
Relying only turbid waves

Chorus:
The shortest night before parting
Herald the dawn of the most bitter
Someone regretting everything , says Song for saying good
But the roads in the past are no
But the roads in the past are no

I told it like it is , I know it hurts
The truth hurts more than lies
In chamber music duo love, we heard solo
It is a pity that it does not re- sing

Chorus:
The shortest night before parting
Herald the dawn of the most bitter
Someone regretting everything , says Song for saying good
But the roads in the past are no
But the roads in the past are no

Solo.

New day , swallow swirl
Urgent cases and endless worries
And you get used to the diversity of the day
Without me , without me

Chorus:
The shortest night before parting
Herald the dawn of the most bitter
Someone regretting everything , says Song for saying good
But the roads in the past are no
But the roads in the past are no
But the roads in the past are no
But the roads in the past are no

A mole on his left cheek , wet eyelashes