Текст песни А ты уже не ждешь его звонков по вечерам - Совсем позабыла дату его рожденья.

And you're not waiting for him to call in the evenings, as done before
Release him for the night club not to beg my mom
Read love notes with irony
In the notebook were the names of foreign guys
Not jealous of him more to his beauty-podrugam¬
To him home already can not just enter without knocking
Lessons are not truant not you call him at recess
His portrait adorns the walls of the house
Not so carefully prepared for your rendezvous
Not so long stretch minute parting with him
On his desire to speak longer shy
Or maybe just do not want to deceive him
Not so close to your heart has its gifts
Hand- not so gentle Potselui- not so hot
Again canceled a meeting with him, citing weather
Do not understand what is happening
Maybe the love go?
Nothing is forever, time is fleeting
Everything changes put into place
Niggle feeling as though my heart is empty
Only believe things will be better, because it means they need
Nothing lasts forever, time is fleeting
One more, other less used to it already
In This Our Life: parting, meeting new people
All the better, all the better it will be, only believe ...
And you do not want to share with her their secrets
And you already afraid to go for it on the edge of the world
In conversation with her is put aside his eyes
Every day more and more rarely call her by name
Free time
Less to be together
Can not you see it in my dreams, it does not devote more songs
Reduce the weight for you her advice
It shall not distills its competitors
Had forgotten the date of her birth
Already, as before, do not listen to her opinion
Did not immediately recognize her voice on the phone
Do not worry when her late not at home
Increasingly, your meetings have come to depend on the weather
Both of you are on your way to happiness, but only on different roads
Why do you have her actions do not reduce crazy?
Do not understand what is going on?
Maybe the love go?
When two hearts are not lonely without each other,
When a loved one call & quot; just another & quot;
When alone with himself increasingly want to be
Maybe the love go?
When paradise turned into hell in your tent
At the heart of emptiness and difficult decisions
When the loved one is simply passers
Maybe the love go?