Текст песни Дмитрий Ларин - Я люблю...

Four days are all left for love
Waiting eats the soul with numbers.
No one among us is now a slave, a leader.
"I like!" - I write by hand, draw in fonts.

And I don’t know - with whom will you be, what is promised?
I’m only sure that you will forget in a moment.
In return you had nothing to leave
"I like!" - did not insert into that poem.

One hundred hours - not an hour more, we are left.
What a dangerous distance!
Did little and still not fixed ...
"I like!" - I will say in your beautiful eyes.