The sun shines through the window , a beam of caressing glance
Wind trembling leaves, but I'm not happy ,
I get out of the house one can not ,
My heart aches , my soul arched into a bow !
I need to wait until the mother comes,
Wheelchair 's taking me for a walk ,
I'll wait ; and a tear rolled from his eyes ,
Goading me eyes once again .
The sun in the window - but in my heart longing !
The sun in the window - I'm in the grip !
Pleases his eyes warm light ,
But in my soul - no joy .
I can not feel my legs with ten young age ,
Oh, why did I buy that fateful moped
Oh, why did I drove to overtake a truck -
And now, never to return this moment!
I replayed it a hundred thousand times !
Presenting is always a fatal one hour!
We can not forget the pain in my heart
And you can not change anything any more .
The sun in the window - but in my heart longing !
The sun in the window - I'm in the grip !
Pleases his eyes warm light ,
But in my heart no pleasure .
Tomorrow I'm 25 , I'll drink vodka !
Tomorrow I 'll be 25 again sad.
Year by year, often aches my wound ,
Year by year, more painful to my soul !
Year by year, all the less I believe in myself ,
Year by year, my hope is weakening ,
And yet in the way of life of many years ,
And yet in the way of a lot of tears and misery .
The sun in the window - but in my heart longing !
The sun in the window - I like in a vise ,
Pleases his eyes warm light ,
But in my heart no pleasure .
