Текст песни Елена Ваенга - По моей щеке

My cheek stretches tear
I will not be such
what I was yesterday
I would find a country of fools
I would write a song without words
I fell in love with the one who can not
What I'm saying
Yes, here it is in vain

My love No schedule
My heart , as a convertible
I should only be a sock
Hold on to the dream , as for hair

I would shut up,
Well, at least not just sing
Time Therapist
We must be patient
I forget everything that happened yesterday
I want to go home and I have time to ...