Answer me, my dear,
Why the love vanishes,
And the beauty you gold,
But now you do not stir to me blood …
And the beauty you gold,
But now you do not stir to me blood …
Our souls do not ring at a meeting,
In heart so the nightingale does not sing,
It turns out together not easier
Or only separation waits for us …
It turns out together not easier
Or only separation waits for us …
Why you laughed carelessly,
And now sometimes all you long,
Happiness we thought - will be eternal,
But it as now you will revive …
Happiness we thought - will be eternal,
But it as now you will revive …
Answer me, my dear,
Why the love vanishes,
And the beauty you gold,
But now you do not stir to me blood …
And the beauty you gold,
But now you do not stir to me blood …
Why the love vanishes...
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