Текст песни Жестокий Романс - А напоследок я скажу

I, like a butterfly to fire,
It sought so smoothly
In love - a magical country,
Where will be loved by your beloved
Where the day of any day is unmatched
Where I was not afraid of bad weather.
Magic country - love,
After all, only in it is happiness.

Came more times.
You are not, then you lie, do not flicker.
I understood: Love is a country,
Where every person is a pretender.
My trouble, not wine,
What I naivety the sample.
Love is a fraudulent country
And every resident in her deceiver.

Why I pay before you
And smile so not by the way?
Invalid country - love,
In it, every person is a traitor.
But again grind her grass
Through all obstacles and attack.
Love is a beautiful country
After all, only in it is happiness ...