Текст песни Мельничук Игорь - Как мало говорим мы о любви

How little we talk about love!
As if this topic is forbidden
We will only whisper to children who are already asleep
That they are close and dear to us.
How little we talk about love
Marriage, sometimes carrying like a burden
And the poem turns into prose,
That we could save the holiday.
We do not give warmth to parents
And only to the grave year after year
We carry it later, after they leave
We are not needed flowers.
How little we talk about love
The creator that the future gives us,
Not confirming gratitude
The saving blood of Jesus.
How little we talk about love.