Текст песни Ирина Круг - ..кого я хотела, того и звала...

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This wind blows in the closed windows, tearing off its hinges
This night conjures white snow whipping bed
Nothing that tropinochke lie, it does not tell you where you went,
And in the morning threw tracks, nobody will know who you loved.

I myself decided, though she guessed the night, but my
Do not be afraid my dear, it would be that it's not your sorrow
Nothing that tropinochke lie, it does not tell you where you went,
And in the morning threw tracks, nobody will know who you loved.

At night, the song is not heard and the road can not be seen, heard only the sound of hearts
Here and fairy tales end ...

What am I to God that I men how they deal with the who spent the night.
Who will condemn me? Who I want to and calling!
Nothing that tropinochke lie, it does not tell you where you went,
And in the morning threw tracks, nobody will know who you loved.