Текст песни Вероника Долина - Молва

When I hear the echo of the rumors,
Hardly restrain myself not to cry.
Not trouble is that you turn away,
And the trouble is that I can not be justified.

And yet, remember, pray,
While parting my heart and glozhet-
Nobody loves you like I love
no one like me, can not love.

Yes, you do not file my hands.
And your fingers so swarthy and gentle ...
Not trouble is that the meetings are short,
And the trouble is that speech hopeless.

And still I grieve from afar.
Suffering hope will multiply.
Nobody loves you like I love
Nobody like me, can not love!

It does not reach you, my supplication,
Do not reduce the gap can not be measured ...
Not trouble is that there is a rumor in the world,
And the trouble is that you can believe ...

And yet I do not give,
Let the sun and wind burns the heart of the studio.
Nobody loves you like I love
No, I will not love ...