Светлана Савинова - Насамото
текст песни

A cold March wind
Wrapped in a shawl
Not lonely alone, my soul is heavy
And to the question "Why?"
Stopped answering
In the distance, close and already far away
Your sweet scent of nasamoto
And not you with me, but someone
Strange taste of love!
Don't call anymore
This sharp nasamoto
Bad weather swirled
You are no longer
We are gone, I am here
We are gone, I am here
On a warm March evening
I missed you, it's a pity
Not lonely alone, and it will be easy
A ray of sadness quietly slid across my face
You are far away and so close, when far away
Your sweet scent of nasamoto
And not you with me, but someone
Strange taste of love!
Don't call anymore
We rose high
We lived, we were, we enjoyed
You are no longer
We are gone, I am here
We are gone, I am here