Текст песни Филипп Киркоров - Пташечка

I thought we should leave
It's not a question,
And I didn’t think our meetings
Take it seriously.
It was a hobby
Ask at least someone
And about love to the grave -
God forbid.

And when you told me:
"We are out of the way."
I answered with a smile:
"Little bird, fly!"
Obviously, the mind was darkened.
I didn’t understand what I was losing right away.
Forgive me, forgive me.

Without your love, I disappear.
Come soon, my little bird.

From the time we broke up
I don’t eat, don’t drink,
I just keep repeating
What I love you.
Even in the afternoon I live now
Like a nightmare
And I beg you to forget
And come to me.

Chorus: I will forget your words
"We are out of the way"
You will forget what I said
"Little bird, fly!"
We will forget these phrases,
And happiness will return immediately
Forgive me, forgive me.

Without your love, I disappear.
Come soon, my little bird.
Come soon, my little bird.
Without your love, I disappear.

Chorus.
Without your love, I disappear.
Come soon, my little bird.
Ay-yai-yai-yay-yay ...
Come soon, my little bird.
Ay-yai-yai-yay-yay ...
Without your love, I disappear.
Woo!