Макаров - любви нет - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I believe that there is no love. In this case, I am about a man’s love for a woman. The textbook claims that love is a sense of affection, the need for unity and in constant contacts with the object of love. And did anyone ever think where this feeling of attachment comes from? Scientists have long proved that everything that

We call love - this is just a biochemical process in our head. There is nothing funny here, everything is very sad, a kind of form of the disease. A person loses sleep, appetite, performs inadequate acts - all this resembles a state of drug intoxication. But love, like the effect of any drug, ends sooner or later. And what remains after that? That's right, breaking. And without breaking - emptiness. A person does not know what to do with this void. As a rule, in adults it is immediately filled with alcohol. I think there is no need to give an example? .. Here is the same hippolite from "Irony of fate ...". While this wife Lukashin did not appear, there was a normal man, and then bam - and that’s all in a binge. I am already silent, how many deaths because of this disease. And how many suicides, duels? How many wars? In general, with a positive, some complete thing is obtained.

(c) Makarov's monologue from the series "Cadetstate"