Текст песни Началова Юля - Герой не моего романа

Burned leaves in festive fire
And autumn silently admired the forest.
You for the first time in love confessed to me
And called me with his princess.

Chorus:
And it seemed to me - I did not come my hour,
What about love I think even early.
I answered fun laughing
What are you - the hero is not my novel.
I answered fun laughing
What are you - the hero is not my novel.

How quickly a year after year passed,
I did not notice how matured,
And you, everything is the same about love told
And called the Queen.

Chorus:
And it seemed to me - I did not come my hour,
What about love I think even early.
I answered fun laughing
What are you - the hero is not my novel.
I answered fun laughing
What are you - the hero is not my novel.

About tomorrow did not reflect the day,
Love did not bother and did not regret.
And did not notice in a transparent dream,
How did you find another queen.

My love itself did not save
Laugh at the meeting, and on the heart of the wound.
I understood too late
That without you there is no my novel.
I understood too late
That without you there is no my novel.