Текст песни KALITA - Love story

their love story started out as a beautiful book
she called him beloved, he is her sweet
there was no place for intrigue there was no place for scandals
there was nothing that prevented me from being near

they had enough glance to just understand each other
she was his illness he was her illness
sincere phrases head spin
she is tired of all her friends with stories about him

the couple spent their first winter together
their photos overflowed the memory on the mobile
with others only rude and with her he is only gentle
and there were no boundaries for their boundless love

when he closed his eyes he saw her image
and in the silence of the night only her voice sounded
gentle close and so dear
only next to her he was himself

candy-bouquet period is over
now we speak with you for a day for half an hour
no more telephone conversations until the morning
and my vacation without you is more important

candy-bouquet period is over
now we speak with you for a day for half an hour
no more sweet words until morning
but I'm used to you, I'm empty without you

sitting by the window under the sound of the rain
she used her finger on the glass to trace their names
put together it turned out I AM ONE
he seems to be near but there is emptiness in the soul

time has passed it seems to have changed
maybe stopped loving, maybe just feelings have cooled down
where did the sms go where all the compliments can
he found another where to find all the answers God

he could not call for a week, disappearing with friends
one answer to all - sorry I was busy zaya
no, I won't come today well, you know
Yes, I already know that you miss me

short beeps she slowly sat down on the floor
pressing his legs to his chest trying not to feel pain
without holding back tears, clutches the phone
dials his number .........

candy-bouquet period is over
now we speak with you for a day for half an hour
no more telephone conversations until the morning
and my vacation without you is more important

candy-bouquet period is over
now we speak with you for a day for half an hour
no more sweet words until morning
but I'm used to you, I'm empty without you