Текст песни Madre Victoria - Страна Любви

I like a butterfly to the fire
Sought so irresistibly
In love, in a magical land ,
Where to call me favorite .
Where is incomparable any day ,
Where I would not terrible bad weather .
Beautiful country - love,
After all, it is only happiness.

Come other times ,
You do not, you 're lying , without wincing .
I realized I love - the country
Where each person - a pretender .
My problem , rather than wine,
What am I - a sample of naivety .
Love - deceptive country
And every person in it - a deceiver .

Why should I cry in front of you ,
And smile so out of place .
Invalid country - love,
There's every man - a traitor.
But again sprout grass
Through all the obstacles and adversity.
Love - Spring country
After all, it is only happiness.