Любовь - Это Яд [Lubov' - Eto Yad!] [English translation]

They say that love is poison

And they don't sing songs about it, they are silent

They say that you can treat it or can don't

But doctors are powerless in this sphere today

And for all day, and for all year

They say that soon will get better

But maybe won't and then it will be forever

But maybe, but maybe

But maybe there is Laila

That loves deadly, Laila

This is a story, Laila

But maybe it is

Everyone forgot about her, Laila

She is alone in all world, Laila

And she doesn't turn light off until morning

It seems that yes but seems that no

They say that it's nonsense

One magician, angry eccentric genius

Invented love and gave it this name

He lives somewhere and makes the bed

And paint winter storm from white flowers

He is sad about something and doesn't sleep in the night

And knows, and knows that

Maybe there is Laila

That loves deadly, Laila

This is a story, Laila

But maybe it isn't

Everyone forgot about her, Laila

She is alone in all world, Laila

And she doesn't turn light off until morning

And maybe you are this one

That loves deadly

This is a story

But maybe it isn't