Мила Нитич Может быть Англ

Do you know what love is breathing cold,
Maybe it could be a hundred times stronger.
And maybe you again call me his.

On the road again, where a lot of light and heat
Tell me what love is not at all gone.
Yes, I am proud to be, but life is preserved
So much tenderness, all the better to drink to the dregs.

You give, I give, even if the thread breaks -
I love, I love, I am a second catch,
To call you and say, maybe ...

You know that love, that I am sick of you
Perhaps, it may be the last time.
Or maybe we're just wrong now?

On the road again, where a lot of light and heat
Tell me what love is not entirely gone.
His pride I light the lights
In a sea of tenderness for the sinking of love.

You give, I give, even if the thread breaks
I love, I love, I am a second catch,
To call you and say, maybe ...