Текст песни Гарик Кричевский - Родная

Krichevsky Garik
 & quot; Native & quot;
Introduction.

I'm sorry I'm back in the morning,
Half-night after running, under the March rain,
And at your door, I repent, as always
And I beg for tea, with cherry pie ...

Forgive me for breathing, heavy fumes,
And I have a jacket with petrol ambre,
I'll take off the old guitar from the wall,
And the chord will sound, with a fake note of Re.

Chorus:
Dear ...
You're my dear to me!
I don't need another
Do not believe the rumor of the people ...

Dear ...
You're my dear to me ...
I know that for sure ...
One you on earth ...

I did not call you, I did not press on pity,
Hoping that long ago, everything was over for us ...
But to change the fate, not just turned out
And I go to your captivity, I go again!

Chorus:
Dear ...
You're my dear to me!
I don't need another
Do not believe the rumor of the people ...

Dear ...
You're my dear to me ...
I know that for sure ...
One you on earth ...

Solo.

And it was all with us, once very difficult ...
You forgave me, and after atonement for sins ...
I am in your eyes, I read carefully,
Understandable only to us, a love story!

Chorus:
Dear ...
You're my dear to me!
I don't need another
Do not believe the rumor of the people ...

Dear ...
You're my dear to me ...
I know that for sure ...
One you on earth ...