Текст песни Филипп Киркоров - Сонет Шекспира

All the passion , all my love , Take -
From this you will acquire a little ...
All that is called love people ,
And without that you belong ...

You, my friend , I do not put the blame ,
When would you owned all that you possess that I possess ...
But I only reproach you one -
You neglected love you mine !

You beggar deprived of his wallet !
But I forgive captivating thief ...
Love resentment we tolerated
Harder than the poison of open discord !

O thou whose evil seems good to me ...
Kill me! But I can not be the enemy !