Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Когда уста привыкшие к злословью..

When the mouth, used to backbiting
Utter a prayer to heaven
And wise God, trusting love,
Forgive me for that - I do not know myself.
And it will become unimportant and ridiculous
And I understand that, in its poverty,
I was happy on the Earth only once -
In those days, when she was mine.

I lived thoughtlessly and carelessly.
Crazy Blood played like wine.
Her love seemed endless
And I could not think otherwise.
But day after day wasting in Sue
I did it hurt and hurt
And lost the love of her holy
In those days, when she was mine.

How late we become wiser
Price losses, errors and losses.
Whom she now warm nights,
Whom she gives love now.
Let it all be obedient to the authorities
May God keep her children
For what I have learned earthly happiness.
In those days, when she was mine.