Текст песни Стас Михайлов - Не обижай любов

Do not hurt the love
Do not play with me openly.
My soul is like a battlefield.
It is not the same,
How many years ago, beautiful.
Before the age of forty
To you once asked.

My soul, my soul
Neither young nor old,
All the wounds, the wounds so deep.
Do not tear it, please, please.
But who knows how long term it.
When I have time to grow old,
I beg you - do not let me suffer.
Increasingly, it is hoped.
All the more I want to repent.
Increasingly, it is hoped.
All the more I want to repent.

You heating of it,
After all, it is your warm as the air.
Of the millions of people
One for one set only.
You look into it.
It opened to you for a long time.
Before the age of forty
To you once asked.