How many of Ты people out there
Been hurt in some kind of Любовь affair
And how many times do Ты swear that you'll never Любовь again?
How many lonely, sleepless nights
How many lies, how many fights
And why would Ты want to put yourself through all that again?
"Love is pain," I hear Ты say
Love has a cruel and горький way
Of paying Ты back for all the faith Ты ever had in your brain
How could it be that what Ты need the most
Can leave Ты feeling just like a ghost?
You never want to feel so sad and Остаться в живых again
One день Ты could be looking
Through an old book in rainy weather
You see a picture of her smiling...
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