Lyrics Паскаль - Шелковая боль

Your game is not worth the candle,
Your love is not worth the tears,
Your love is not a field of roses -
How do you wish ...
Maybe even you yourself
Under the influence of poetry
Invented love ..?
You lied to yourself,
Why was he with you that night?
Your love was like
Silk, silk pain ...
You lied to yourself,
Why was he with you that night?
Your love was like
Silk, silk pain ...
He was amused not loving,
But I did not deceive you ...
He had never heard of such a thing,
What are you looking for.
And here you are crucified,
For what you yourself, like God,
I came up with love ...
You lied to yourself,
Why was he with you that night?
Your love was like
Silk, silk pain ...
You lied to yourself,
Why was he with you that night?
Your love was like
Silk, silk pain ...
Your love is not a field of roses -
How do you wish ...
And it is necessary to see the world,
How to break a dream shell ...
No exception, and you.
You lied to yourself,
Why was he with you that night?
Your love was like
Silk, silk pain ...
You lied to yourself,
Why was he with you that night?
Your love was like
Silk, silk pain ...
Silk, silk pain ...