Текст песни Елена Ваенга - 8. Любимого

There is no joy without tears

There is no smoke without fire

There would be no vine - no wine

If it wasn't for me, it wouldn't be for you



Fed the keys

And to find fault, but that's nothing

Half ripped from the soul

And then they asked - why?

Yes, you should have thought before

Before my hands kiss

And I forget my beloved

I don't want to remember



Crow does not fly high

There is no one to fly higher than pigeons

You loved me, so I must pity you

And there is no one to scold you for



Fed the keys

And to find fault, but that's nothing

Half ripped from the soul

And then they asked - why?

And before you had to think

Before my lips kiss

And I forget my beloved

I don't want to remember



There is no joy without tears

And there is no smoke without fire

If it wasn't for me, it wouldn't be for you

There would be no vine - no wine



Fed the keys

And to find fault, but that's nothing

Half ripped from the soul

And then they asked - why?

And before you had to think

Before my lips kiss

And I remember my beloved

I don't want to forget