Текст песни Михаил Бублик - Я ею болею

No it does not return the old days
No they do not find even minutes
We have a new story to play with her
We go to an unknown route

She's dangerous all elements
Even more dangerous than the executioner
About her poems set on fire
When will I give to the press

I get sick it
Severely sick
I want next to her
Be back again again again again

I told her sick
Sick without hypocrisy
I want next to her
Be more more more more more

And life was cut short in the calendar
As usual looks
All that is lost in January
When we find on its way

But love crushes my temples
Treacherous enemy me best friend
Please do not leave my hand
I'll shine, I'll shine around you

Through the storms and sand
To you it was easier and easier and easier to go

I get sick it
Severely sick
I want next to her
Be back again again again again

I told her sick
Sick without hypocrisy
I want next to her
Be more more more more more

Next Next Next Next Next

I told her sick
Sick without hypocrisy
I want next to her
Next Next Next Next Next

I get sick it
Severely sick
I want next to her
Next to her to be back