Любовь [Lyubov'] [English translation]

What are you expecting of me?

Which wonder? Whatever new am I to be blamed for?

What will be my arrest, and weren’t that us not long ago,

Two tender runaways.

Today we wonder that everything is not what it seemed to be.

Love - it is not the fist thunder of May

And oaths given recklessly.

When you paint the sun and then search for it’s spots.

Love - it is not the shiver down your body.

Not three pleasant words.

Love - it is when you give

And don’t expect nothing back.

And don’t expect nothing back.

Someday the dreams will break.

And this is an essence of life.

You can try and save them.

Deceive someone.

Get crazy about another pretty face.

But time is running faster and everything is not what it seems to be.

Love - it is not the fist thunder of May

And oaths given recklessly.

When you paint the sun and then search for it’s spots.

Love - it is not the shiver down your body.

Not three pleasant words.

Love - it is when you give

And don’t expect nothing back.

And don’t expect nothing back.