Текст песни 1,5 кг Отличного Пюре - Он не спал, не ел, не пил

He did not sleep , did not eat , did not drink
He lived, he was exhausted
He was sick to her alone
Every hour all terribly

I send out all the seams
From the love of his soul
First is always bright
His eyes faded

Tears fell in the sand
Sadness sick etching
Wept bitterly storm
Livni cheek he washed
Heart resurrecting

Perished in the flames of love
You can be completely and you
All who love scorched
Knows that how much

We fuel in such fires
Do not guided us to fear of fires
There seemed to fight to the death
We rush headlong