Текст песни Татьяна Костопулу - Прошла любовь

When a love tornado passes by
Hitting me with your breath,
I understand: tornadoes are a climate,
And you can't hide from them anywhere.
Then - a soul in agony, in ruins,
And it seems that she even died
But no - he chooses clay from the mud
And molds new bodies to feelings.
And the old love is ridiculous ... So wild:
For some reason, to grieve, to yearn ...
And the look of a loved one is faceless,
And "I love" are common words.
I ask myself in perplexity:
Did she take a titmouse for an eagle?
Love has passed - hot, big ...
And thank God that she passed.
August 31, 2012