Андрей Кондратьев - Немного о любви - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There is no accidental meeting in our life. We meet without a doubt for something: make friends, to be enemies, love, and a lot of different reasons come up with fate for us. I like it most from the list - love.

One day to meet a person and forever remember his name, his eyes, his voice.

Perhaps I am not corrected romantic, but it's incredibly perfectly well - cross the eyes in the crowd, smile and everyone, keep me seven.

And now you break your head over what kind of flowers give and what to say.

Love is an incredible thing, she can radically change the life of a person, to make it happy, and, of course, it hurts a huge pain, but I give a hand to the clip, this pain is worth it. Yes, and if you think about, it's not love hurts, and love, love does not kill, but on the contrary, gives life.

If a person can say that such love is, he also did not love anyone, I do not remember whose words can be a Hugo, but words are very accurate. You can talk a lot about love or little. But in the end, nothing will be said anything, only those everyday phrases who have entered our consciousness.

None of us can ever tell about love, because love is not amenable to description and explanation.