Текст песни Юлия Началова - горели листья в праздничном огне..

The leaves burned in the festive fire
And autumn silently admired the forest
You're the first time in love confessed to me
And he called me his princess

And it seemed to me - my hour has not come.
What about love, I still think early
I answered laughingly
That you are not the hero of my novel
I answered laughingly
That you are not the hero of my novel

How quickly year after year passed
I did not notice how I grew up
And you still kept talking about love
And he called his queen

And it seemed to me - my hour has not come.
What about love, I still think early
I answered laughingly
That you are not the hero of my novel
I answered laughingly
That you are not the hero of my novel

About tomorrow did not reflect the day
Love did not take care and did not regret
And I did not notice in a transparent dream
How did you find the other queen
She did not save her love
I laugh at the meeting, but on the heart wound
I realized too late.
What without you is not my novel
I realized too late.
What without you is not my novel