Well if you want, I’ll tell you, that I feel pity for these desires?
Well if you want, I’ll make July cold, but you won’t notice it?
You’ll think – they’ve got no weigh – the words, you’ll think – and that’s all!
The wind will come out and will blow away all this , and – that’s all!
Well if you want, I’ll embrace you, when no one will hug you?
My love to only you – the years, even they won’t take it away from me.
The nightly songs will be heard on the radio, for the words:
«Tell me, that it’s me, tell me, that it exists -- my -- love».
But it wasn’t, it wasn’t, there was nothing in fact!
It wasn’t, it wasn’t, nothing and no!
But it wasn’t, it wasn’t, there was nothing in fact!
It wasn’t, it wasn’t, nothing and no!
The nightly songs will be heard on the radio, for the words:
«Tell me, that it’s me, tell me, that it exists -- my -- love».
But it wasn’t, it wasn’t, there was nothing in fact!
It wasn’t, it wasn’t, nothing and no!
But it wasn’t, it wasn’t, there was nothing in fact!
It wasn’t, it wasn’t, nothing and no!