Текст песни Александр Шубин - Что-то ещё

Something else...

Love cannot be measured by caress
Or a delicious soup.
Not a dream and not a reality, not a fairy tale,
Love is something else.
This is what the Kamasutra has forgotten to show.
This is when you wake up in the morning,
And through the curtains on her shoulder
The sun is shining and something else
And inside it is hot-hot.
Love is something else ...

Love can not be kept by the car and cottage,
The number of years lived together.
Something else has to be in the bargain,
Otherwise, Love is no more.
And you cry on the yellow photos in the album,
You hate beeps in your phone,
Not repentant and not forgiven,
But there was something else
The fact that the heart beat the key.
Love is something else ....

But how to know how to feel the mystery,
After all, Something else is so unique
Unrecognized, not taken into account,
Not recorded in the quarterly report.
The naive wings burned so fast
And your teeth are tired of creaking from impotence,
And it seems - you are doomed ...
But you remember something else!
But you are waiting for something else!
But you believe in Something Else!

Love cannot be measured by caress
Or a delicious soup.
Not a dream and not a reality, not a fairy tale,
Love is something else.
This is what the Kamasutra has forgotten to show.
This is when you wake up in the morning,
And through the curtains on her shoulder
The sun is shining and something else
And inside it is hot-hot.
Love is something else ...