That's how much I miss you. Lyrics of the song Trofim - I miss you like the desert misses the white snow

It would seem, why be bored?
Just seven days of separation
But he gets bored, even if a wolf howls.
There’s a mountain of kitchen utensils, but we still can’t get around to it
And again I forgot to water your agave.
Friends are calling - let's go to the dacha for barbecue,
But I’m not going, I prefer my spleen.
In the usual mise-en-scène of days, everything looks different,
When you unwittingly live alone.

I miss You like the apostle misses holy torment.
I miss you, that's the thing...

It would seem, why be bored? Considered useful
Take a week off from each other
And I keep trying to start living by iron logic,
But there is no way to fit love into logic.
And our everyday way of life, which has developed over the years,
Where vanity of vanities controls everything.
It prevents us from hearing the cry of the gray Universe,
That we do not live like this and not then.

I miss you like the desert misses the white snow.
I miss you, what can I do...

It would seem, why be bored? It'll only be a week
And everything will return to normal.
Housework, friends, work to the limit,
And in general life quite ordinary.
And just noticing the first snow over the gloomy capital,
And the stalls have frozen flowers,
I will remember how short the century is that it will not happen again,
And what is most beautiful about him is YOU.

I miss You like a wounded animal misses its pack.
I miss you, that’s how it happens!..
I miss you... I miss you... One would think that bored?
Just seven days of separation,
But miss, though the wolf howl.
Cooking mountain - all are not reached
Again, forgot to water your aloe.
Friends call - let mahnеm a barbecue on a summer residence,
And I"m not going, dearer to me my spleen.
In usual days mise en scene, everything looks different,
When involuntarily pozhivesh one.

I miss you, as the apostle to the holy torment.
I miss you - that "s the thing...

One would think that bored? considered useful
A week of each other to relax
And I"m trying to start living the logic of iron,
But the logic of love can't push.
And our ordinary way of life which has developed over the years,
Where has all the vanity of vanities.
Prevents us hear the cry of the gray-haired of the Universe,
That we do not live and not then.

I miss you like a desert in the snow white.
I miss you, what can you do...

One would think that bored? Will take place just one week,
And everything will return to normal.
Chores, friends, work at the limit,
But in general, life is quite ordinary.
And just seeing the first snow of the frowning capital,
And stalls chilled flowers,
I remember how not long age, he will not be repeated,
And just beautiful in it - YOU.

I miss you like podranok in their pack.
I miss you, because that"s how it is! ..
I miss you... I miss you...

I miss you,
Like an apostle - through holy torment.
I miss you -
Here's the thing...

It would seem, why be bored? Considered useful
Take a week off from each other.
And I keep trying to start living by iron logic,
But there is no way to fit love into logic.
And our everyday way of life, which has developed over the years,
Where vanity of vanities controls everything,
Prevents us from hearing the cry of the gray universe,
That we do not live like this and not then.

I miss you,
Like a desert - covered in white snow.
I miss you -
What can you do here...

It would seem, why be bored? It'll only be a week
And everything will return to normal -
Housework, friends, work to the limit,
But, in general, life is quite ordinary.
And only noticing the first snow over the gloomy capital
And the stalls have frozen flowers.
I will remember how short the century is, that it will not happen again
And the most beautiful thing about him is you.

I miss you,
Like a wounded animal - in its own pack.
I miss you -
That's how it happens...

Translation of the song Trofim (Sergey Trofimov) - I miss you, Like the desert misses the white snow. I miss you - What can I do...

I miss you
As the Apostle, the Holy martyred.
I miss you -
Here's the thing...

It would seem, well, that bored? Considered to be useful
A week of each other to relax.
And I"ll try to start to live the logic of iron,
But the logic of love does not shove.
And our everyday way of life formed for years,
Where the vanity of vanities owns all,
To prevent us from hearing the cry of a grizzled of the universe,
That we do not live so and not then.

I miss you
As the desert - the snow white.
I miss you -
What can I do...

It would seem, well, that bored? It will take only a week,
And everything will come full circle -
Domestic Affairs, friends, work on the limit,
And, in General, life is quite ordinary.
And only seeing the first snow over gloomy the capital of the
And the stalls of the cold flowers.
I remember, as long century, that he will not be repeated
And that's all beautiful in it you.

I miss you
As a wounded animal - on his pack.
I miss you -
Here's how it happens...

It would seem - why be bored? Just seven days of separation
But he’s bored, even if a wolf howls!
There's a mountain of kitchen utensils - we can't get them all,
And again I forgot to water your agave.
Friends call: “Let’s go to the barbecue, to the dacha!”
But I’m not going, I prefer my spleen.
In the usual mise-en-scène of days, everything looks different
When you unwittingly live alone.

I miss you,
Like an apostle - through holy torment.
I miss you -
Here's the thing...

It would seem, why be bored? Considered useful
Take a week off from each other.
And I keep trying to start living by iron logic,
But there is no way to fit love into logic.
And our everyday way of life, which has developed over the years,
Where vanity of vanities controls everything,
Prevents us from hearing the cry of the gray universe,
That we do not live like this and not then.

I miss you,
Like a desert - covered in white snow.
I miss you -
What can you do here...

It would seem, why be bored? It'll only be a week
And everything will return to normal -
Housework, friends, work to the limit,
But, in general, life is quite ordinary.
And only noticing the first snow over the gloomy capital
And the stalls have frozen flowers.
I will remember how short the century is, that it will not happen again
And the most beautiful thing about him is you.

I miss you,
Like a wounded animal - in its own pack.
I miss you -
That's how it happens... It would seem - well, that bored ? Just seven days of separation,
But miss, even though the wolf howl!
Cooking Mountain - all are not reached,
And again, I forgot to water your aloe.
Friends name: & Let's Makhnev a barbecue at the cottage ! &
And I don't go, I mile my spleen.
In usual days mise en scene, everything looks different
When one can't help you live.

I miss you
As the Apostle - the holy sufferings.
I miss you -
Here's the thing...

It would seem, well, bored? considered useful
A week of each other to relax.
And I try to start living the logic of iron,
But the logic of love can't push.
And our ordinary way of life which has developed over the years,
Where has all the vanity of vanities,
Prevents us hear the cry of the hoary universe,
What we do not live and not then.

I miss you
As the desert - on snow white.
I miss you -
What is there to do...

It would seem, well, bored? Will take only a week,
And all will be back to square one -
Household chores, friends, work at the limit,
And, in general, life is quite ordinary.
And just seeing the first snow of the capital frowns
And stalls chilled flowers.
I remember how short-lived the age that he will not be repeated
And all that is beautiful in it you.

I miss you
How podranok - in their pack.
I miss you -
Here's how it happens...

It would seem, why be bored?
Just seven days of separation
But I miss you - even if a wolf howls

There is a mountain of kitchen utensils - we still can’t get our hands on them
And again I forgot to water your agave
Friends are calling - let's go to the dacha for barbecue
But I’m not going, I prefer my spleen
In the usual mezzanine, days, everything looks different
When you unwittingly live alone

I miss you
Like an apostle in holy torment
I miss you
That's the thing

It would seem, why be bored?
Considered useful
Take a week off from each other

I'm still trying to start living by iron logic
But love can’t be squeezed into logic
And our everyday way of life has developed over the years
Where vanity of vanities owns everything
Prevents us from hearing the cry of the gray universe
That we are not living like this and not then

I miss you
Like a desert in white snow
I miss you
What can we do?

It would seem, why be bored?
Just a week
And everything will return to normal

Housework, friends, work to the limit
But in general, life is quite ordinary
And only noticing the first snow over the gloomy capital
And there are frozen flowers at the stalls
I will remember how short the moment is, that it will not happen again
And the most beautiful thing about him is you

I miss you
Like a wounded animal in his pack
I miss you
That's how it happens

I miss you
I miss you

Translation of the song Trofim - I miss you

Just seven days of separation
But miss - though the wolf howl

Kitchen utensils Mountain - all are not reached
Again forgot to water your agave
Friends call - let's toss back to the barbecue at the dacha
And I"m not going, dearer to me my spleen
As usual mezanstsene days, everything looks different
When one can't help you live

I miss you
As the Apostle to the holy torment
I miss you
Here's the thing

One would think that being bored?
considered useful
Week apart relax

I"m trying to start living iron logic
But the logic of love can't push
And our ordinary way of prevailing over the years
Where vanity owns all
Prevents us hear the cry of the hoary universe
What we do not live and then not

I miss you
How desert on snow white
I miss you
What could we do?

One would think that being bored?
Total week
And everything will return to normal

Chores, friends, work at the limit
But in general, life is quite ordinary
And just seeing the first snow on the capital frowns
And stalls frozen flowers
I remember as a short-lived moment that will not be repeated
And just beautiful in it you

I miss you
As for his flock Podranok
I miss you
That's how it happens