I returned home not live , nor drunk,
Worn under the body to live tired soul - the ruins .
I would be happy little hands touch, approach .
I used to walk to the threshold where all roads end predicted .
I used my old friends for the soul to give a gift, do not suffer .
Shall bear on markets , taverns and bars, not old.
Only I do not ikalos that I gave little attention .
She poured yesterday , vodka tonic in the way. And without you.
Chorus:
My God, I left alone.
Girlfriend forever gone.
Put , dressed ,
Buried and forgotten.
She was always a little to the brim pouring , did not go well .
Although held on the wall and my knees were shaking , hoping .
Love does not disappoint , and the wine not aged not drop.
Do not spit into her soul friends and acquaintances .
All will be back as it was, again flea replaced .
Who - in the side, who - in the snout , who stoned , who go to the grave .
Will be back again the truth lies , as hobnob .
Let it fly in the sky, you see, and we have cleared up .
Let her clean shoes and weave webs , she likes.
Let gave her sky color white snow , spend.
Let her live in the sky and laughing at us , and laments .
Let the sun to touch , we reckoned it a freak .
