Текст песни Натик Пиралиев - Не сыпь мне соль на рану

Why me?
Do not treat time,
After all, so many days
Has passed since that black night,
When, slamming the door,
You went into the dark,
A wound to heal
Does not want to.
Why do you call,
When they almost fell asleep
Recollections
About the past pain,
We have a calendar
They turned you over,
So give me the right
Live your fate.
Do not put salt on my wound,
Do not talk sour,
Do not put salt on my wound,
She still hurts.
Do not put salt on my wound,
Do not talk sour,
Do not put salt on my wound,
She still hurts.
Someday
Once again you will call,
And I, that we with you
Became quits,
I'll answer you:
"You know, the third one is superfluous",
May be,
Slicing the wound with a razor.
Why to call,
When they almost fell asleep
Recollections
About the past pain,
We have a calendar
They turned you over,
So give me the right
Live your fate.
Do not put salt on my wound,
Do not talk sour,
Do not put salt on my wound,
She still hurts.
Do not put salt on my wound,
Do not talk sour,
Do not put salt on my wound,
She still hurts.
Do not put salt on my wound,
Do not talk sour,
Do not put salt on my wound,
She still hurts.
Do not put salt on my wound,
Do not talk sour,
Do not put salt on my wound,
She still hurts.
Do not put salt on my wound,
Do not talk sour,
Do not put salt on my wound,
It still hurts ....