Текст песни Ірина Білик - Моя любовь, как ягода сладкая

You know, I've been waiting for you,
My soul is your soul to his calling,
And in spite of bad weather and nightfall
I finally touched your lips.
Perhaps you - not my territory
And maybe wild our history,
But in spite of all the laws and regulations
I never tell anyone you did not give.

Chorus:
My love is like a berry sweet,
This ripe, sweet, smooth.
It can not be throwing is Single -
Separation will be bitter berry.

You know, those tears of love dew
And, perhaps, mixed pole
But for some reason all are drawn like a magnet
My soul is your soul self beckons
Perhaps our meeting useless,
Perhaps all these ties dangerous
But in spite of all the laws and regulations
I never tell anyone you did not give.