Текст песни Алла Пугачёва - Терема

Boris Vakhnyuk

Ah, how hard it is for me, oh how hard it is for me!
Sometimes I don’t have enough strength and words.
And my grudge voice trumpet
The loudest in the world of earthly, earthly voices.

                 I built it myself
                 From the hopes of the tower.
                 And I'm looking now
                 His in the crowd
                 Of his own. Of his own. Togo. In crowd.
                 Uh gay!

You quite
You don't look like others
You don’t really, really mean anything in mine, in my towers,
You are only, just
You are a casual passerby
Flown over me, ah, in the dark.
And I that, and I that, I that ....

Chorus: I built it myself
                 From the hopes of the tower.
                 And I'm looking now
                 His in the crowd
                 Of his own. Oh! Its one in the crowd.
                 Uh gay.

I should have looked around
Take your two hands away
It should have been on time from childhood
Go to the right age.