Why does love come to an end?
Why do centuries come to an end?
For what do I begin (myself) again and again?
And what for, what for do we live in this world?
Such a pity that one can’t run from himself
We won’t build castles in the air
It’s a great pity that you and me
Don’t matter to each other anymore
You can’t help the sadness. It’s impossible to decide
Who of us matters more to another
Only, sad fairy tales, probably, are
necessary too
Don’t make me laugh, I don’t know how to cry
I won’t give you to anyone
Don’t hurry, we have enough time yet
To divide ourselves in two
Such a pity that one can’t run from himself
We won’t build castles in the air
It’s a great pity that you and me
Don’t matter to each other anymore
You can’t help the sadness. It’s impossible to decide
Who of us matters more to another
Only, sad fairy tales, probably, are necessary too
Тоже нужны.
Only, sad fairy tales, probably, are necessary too
Тоже нужны.
Such a pity that one can’t run from himself
We won’t build castles in the air
It’s a great pity that you and me
Don’t matter to each other anymore
You can’t help the sadness. It’s impossible to decide
Who of us matters more to another
Only, sad fairy tales, probably, are necessary too
Тоже нужны.
Only, sad fairy tales, probably, are necessary too
Тоже нужны.