The cherry does not bloom on the apple tree, And the fish are not alive in the world, Spring doesn't turn around, And heal the wound without healing... But maybe it’s easier to get involved with rocks, I want people to think that everything will pass in no time. Do not enter into your heart because of the scars of separation, I will come in the singing hour... The forecasts turn black, And there are not two pinches in my breasts yet, More than once to shed tears in the middle of the night, Get sick more than once, get sick again...
