Текст песни А.Б.Пугачева - Мне нравится...

I like that you are not sick with me,
I like that I'm not sick with you
What ever is a heavy globe
Do not sail away under our feet.

I like being funny
Dissolved and not play with words
And don't blush with a suffocating wave
Lightly touching the sleeves.

Thank you both with my heart and hand
Because you, me, not knowing yourself,
So love, for my night's rest
For the rarity of meetings with sunset hours,
For our negligence under the moon
Over the sun, not above our heads
Because you, sick, alas, not me,
Because, alas, I am not sick with you.