Lyrics Инь-Ян - Мало, да помалу

Music - Konstantin Meladze.
Words - Konstantin Meladze, Diane Golde.

I look at you like other people's dreams,
I give you - not finding the price,
I divide you as a medal,
On two sides.

All that was - a whim,
All that will be - captivity.
All the same not dash anything in return.
Flow away the water, I have long wanted change.

Chorus:
Little by little, in the field grew
Bitter wormwood grass.
Ow-yo ...
Little by little,
About love your words.

You fell asleep on my shoulder,
And in my eyes could not read,
What breeds us in the corners of love,
And not revenge.

These tears are a whim,
Kisses - captivity.
All the same not dash anything in return.
Flow away the water, I have long wanted change.

Chorus:
Little by little, in the field grew
Bitter wormwood grass.
Ow-yo ...
Little by little,
About love your words.

Little by little, in the field grew
Bitter wormwood grass.
Ow-yo ...
Little by little,
About love your words.

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Little by little, in the field grew
Bitter wormwood grass.
Ow-yo ...
Little by little,
About love your words.

Little by little, in the field grew
Bitter wormwood grass.
Ow-yo ...
Little by little,
About love your words.