Текст песни Анастасия Макеева - Эта любовь

That crazy people all drives
This love is this love
But for her all freedom
They pay again and again
What lives in us so long
This love is this love
You will collect only fragments
Cook your heart

Make love habit
Make love game

Loves Paris this sweet sin
And in the fire you fly overtaking everyone
In love, you burn your wines
And see Paris like my soul is cold

That the eighth miracle of the world
This love is this love
But again somewhere
Someone shed someone's blood
What will kill or rather death
This love is this love
Be a pall and not a victim
So as not to suffer again and again

Make love habit
Make love game

Loves Paris this sweet sin
And in the fire you fly overtaking everyone
In love, you burn your wines
And see Paris like my soul is cold