Текст песни Олег Черезов - Монолог о любви

Having completed all the exploits to this day,
Warming people's hearts with hope
That we are not alone in the world
You’ll start to think about love alone,
Oh simple crazy passion
Oh tall and beautiful lyre
What is so easy and famously kindles
The fire of love in me is with you.

Love how little we know about that
The mysterious force majeure of a word,
Century, the millennium occupying the human race,
Feeding us and our blood with all the essentials
What the soul so eagerly seeks
Languishingly asking us for peace
And without which Shakespeare could not bestow this world
Not a single stanza and not a single beautiful verse
And why are we born and live?
We all end up ...

Love how much we know about it,
But from what we know
So nothing gave a single answer
To questions posed to us by great poets.
All these books, dramas and poems
jokingly only give rise to the fruit of imaginary thinking
What is love?
What is love - no one knows
But everyone desperately wants to know.
Alas, our thoughts and deeds
Intuitively only confirm
What is said is done, sung
by us people.
Love our bodies playfully
pleasantly compels to tremble.