Текст песни Ирина Шведова - Романс

Love Ugasla, our novel,
entered the novel memories
head storing fragrance
Flowers and herbs, the pasties.

On account - the first chapter,
Already talked dangerous,
read - the head is spinning
Although long love was fed.

Love Ugasla, your portrait
icon in gold salary
shinies sights
Displays in each glance.

Beside her hearts and forehead
more than a million broken
to tears marvelin icon,
Although love faded in it.

Love gone, her motive
In foreign fields walks freely,
Neither jealousity does not indignant
Neither anger - I almost does not hurt

for the fact that the brothers of different races
His sing, and every brother
My unexpected joy
He loved forty thousand times.

Love faded, but poems,
like wines, tight year from year
In them, dust passions, ramped elements
and the hum of arrival and waste

waves attracted to the moon
When the oil is trembling in the lamp,
I feel - not quite
In the soul of my love faded.