Текст песни Эля Чавес - P.S.

I'm sorry for what
I do not need luck
In your eyes.
No need to, that's all.

I'm sorry for what
I want as an eraser,
Erase you.
Just like that, for nothing.

It seems that this is not forgiven.
It seems to me it's all the same.
Lips softly whispered, repeating:
& Quot; I am not yours, for a long time,
I'm not yours, has long ... & quot;

Someday we'll meet,
Possible.
You will smile,
I say & quot; Hello & quot ;.
Well, now ...
Now let's say goodbye,
Until dark.

I do not want to light
Let you see,
How do I pay.
As stealthily
Look at you.
As the end of the letter
Write a postscript:
& Quot; This is - you.
And infinitely gentle like & quot ;.

It seems that this is not forgiven.
I closed my eyes, barely standing.

And my letter -
In the pocket of the jacket.
This is - you.
Infinite and dearly love.