Геннадий Жаров - Не жалею, не зову не плачу
текст песни

I do not regret, do not call, do not cry
Everything will go like white apple trees smoke
I used to be a curly macho
And now we judge four times
I used to be a curly macho
And now we judge four times

My soul hurts from shocks
The former like childhood cannot be returned
And no matter how bitter, but the poet Yesenin
Helped me to stand on this mournful path
And no matter how bitter, but the poet Yesenin
Helped me to stand on this mournful path

Life gave an misfire, do not extinguish a candle
There is still a place in the body for the soul
My Russia is Kabatskaya, everything is as Posadskaya
Like a brotherly grave. I got out - catch my breath

In the edge where the yellow nettle
I tried to love the longing
There from the Spirit of Reliva
Hit Brago in the head
There from the Spirit of Reliva
Hit Brago in the head

And looking at the sky, in anticipation of a miracle
Although in my years to wait for miracles ...
What if parole? But my god, where?
But sometimes you want a desperate
What if parole? But my god, where?
But sometimes you want a desperate

Life gave an misfire, do not extinguish a candle
There is still a place in the body for the soul
My Russia is Kabatskaya, everything is as Posadskaya
Like a brotherly grave. I got out - catch my breath

I'm leaving back the road
Without listening to the shouting behind
Farther from the prologue to the epilogue
With a cheerful head from thoughts
Farther from the prologue to the epilogue
With a cheerful head from thoughts

Life gave an misfire, do not extinguish a candle
There is still a place in the body for the soul
My Russia is Kabatskaya, everything is as Posadskaya
Like a brotherly grave. I got out - catch my breath