Текст песни Иван Кучин - Боль разлуки,радость встречи-все не ново

Do not say evil
In my eyes the lights.
I'm glad in the days of old,
Sing love songs.
But no, though you burst,
Past in the new days.
Love remained in the song,
A few years - in the camps.

The pain of separation, the joy of meeting - all is not new.
But I'm not the same.
For health, for my, pour again.
God will forgive. People will understand.

I splash of vodka to beer
And they say, do not whine,
Not so lousy all
And gloomily away.
But no, though you burst,
That faith in the words alone.
The words were in the song,
And faith - in the camps.

The pain of separation, the joy of meeting - all is not new.
But I do not put a cross.
For health, for my, pour again.
God will forgive. The pig will not eat.

The pain of separation, the joy of meeting - all is not new.
But I'm not the same.
For health, for my, pour again.
God will forgive. People will understand.