Текст песни Кристина Орбакайте - Я считаю шагами недели

Verse 1

Your happiness is my misfortune.
Every day a new day hurts.
Heart beats, beats differently.
I don't see people around

At dawn, in great excitement
I write about who is not,
About the one who lives in oblivion.
Hands remember him for many years.

Chorus

I count the steps of the week.
My feelings of love are out of the habit.
Starting point in April -
I turn the pages of life.

I count the steps of the week.
My feelings of love are out of the habit.
Starting point in April -
I turn the pages of life.

Verse 2

You are poisoned by another love.
Desire tastes good.
I'll leave hope for myself
Call and I will answer.

You are the last love mistake.
At the end of pride - laughter.
The heart believes, otherwise torture.
Feelings know that jealousy is not a sin.

Chorus

I count the steps of the week.
My feelings of love are out of the habit.
Starting point in April -
I turn the pages of life.

I count the steps of the week.
My feelings of love are out of the habit.
Starting point in April -
I turn the pages of life.