Текст песни Светлана Крючкова - Мы выбираем,нас выбирают

Who will be wrong, who will guess
We get different happiness
Often the simple seems absurd
Black is white, white is black.

We choose, we are chosen.
How often it does not match.
I follow you with a shadow
I'm getting used to the mismatch.

I'm getting used to you, I'm glad you
You won't know, and you don't need to.
You will not know and will not help:
What didn't work out, you can't put it together.

Happiness is such a difficult thing:
Sometimes farsighted, sometimes myopic.
Often times the simple seems absurd:
Black is white, white is black.