Текст песни Alex Riddle - Нельзя любить эгоистов

Sometimes we are so often humiliate themselves,
It is absurd that in confessing love,
Who lives devotes himself alone,
And from unrequited love dies.

Losing all that has always cherished,
At the same time killing himself in agony.
And like love does not matter,
But we could not live without it.

We wander for those who are not up to us.
But our hope goes last.
Do not go out after that it is long-term
Tosca that tears streamed from his eyes.
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All life has flown by, withered romanticism,
The years have not changed at all:
All the same we love, and who love,
And they all absorbed egoism.