Текст песни Сергей Любавин - Ета женщина которою люблю я очень

I do not know still
For me that is the right word,
But I am living now as a thief,
Stole the happiness of another.
She did not even his wife,
But in front of her I am responsible,
That's because I like it
Now, more than all the world.

CHORUS:

This woman, whom I love very much,
This woman that I dream at night,
This woman, who looked with anxiety and prayer.
This woman, who is like a miracle,
This woman I'll remember,
This woman, who never become my destiny.

The rain drums behind the glass,
And me in a night I can not sleep.
I was a draw pie,
It is in someone else's hand - tits.
She did not even his wife,
What happens next is not said,
But it is the fate of my
His uzelochek tied.

CHORUS.

Oh, I would not steal -
Why do I need happiness stolen goods,
But all this justify
Or reject all at once ?!
She did not even his wife,
But where to find the words and power,
To believe it -
Therefore I do not go!