Теряя все,теряя, то что было в руках,,,
любовь скупа,но понимаешь,что не игра,,,
а чувство,будто проиграли каждый фрагмент,,,
наших моментов,даже не оставив надежд...
Теряя все,теряя то,что было в руках,,,
любовь скупа,но понимаешь,что не игра,,,
но сердца,как не странно продолжают любить,
хранить в себе те моменты,что пали так низко!
Losing everything, losing, what was in his hands,
love is mean, but you understand that it is not a game,
but the feeling that they lost each piece,
our moments, even leaving no hope ...
Losing everything, losing what was in his hands,
love is mean, but you understand that it is not a game,
but the heart, as is not strange continue to love,
to keep in oneself those moments that fell so low!