Текст песни Ірина Мороз - Я так рідко плакала...

I cried so rarely
and I cry so often
your tears
of which tons of salt are already pouring.
I don't see anything
because pain is the main thing
as if pressed by a stone in the temple - strong.
you are my dear.
don't let go of my warm hand, darling.
and while there is no rain,
the heat is insidious, vigilant
i don't waste time
I am your sea of waves.
summer will not run away from us
and while baking uncontrollably
you don't take your eyes off -
only they can see everything.
... while you are my everything,
until then I am your strong one.

Irina Moroz (c)