Это любовь текст песни макеева
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
Любит Париж этот сладкий грех
И в огонь ты летишь обгоняя всех
В любви ты сгоришь то твоя вина
И увидит Париж, как душа моя холодна
What drives people crazy
This love this love
But for her all the freedom
They pay again and again
What lives in us so long
This love this love
You will collect only fragments
Prepare your heart
Make love a habit
Make love play
Paris loves this sweet sin
And you fly into the fire overtaking everyone
In love you burn it your fault
And he will see Paris, as my soul is cold
What is the eighth wonder of the world
This love this love
But for her again somewhere
Someone will spill someone's blood
What will kill rather death
This love this love
Be an executioner and not a victim
So as not to suffer again and again
Make love a habit
Make love play
Paris loves this sweet sin
And you fly into the fire overtaking everyone
In love you burn it your fault
And he will see Paris, as my soul is cold
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