Мария Фирсова - А мы могли бы снова быть рядом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And we could meet again, start all over again. To worry together, breathe each other. Like before. Forgive each other different misunderstandings. To quarrel on trifles. Go to the cinema, kiss in the back rows. Walk a lot, we would go around the whole city. Laugh as abnormal, over all nonsense, as before. They danced, smiled, fooling around. Then they survived the winter, New Year, exams together. They would love to lose the pulse. We would be surrounded by the same tracks, people. I would introduce you to my new friends, you would be jealous, worried, but did not show me. You could come to my house, watched films, comedies, laughed, kissed. Brother would be used to you, you would have laid us with mom. I would come to you, show me the city, introduce me to my mother, father. We would go to the house where they celebrated the New Year.

The years would fly, and we are all together. Already learned to understand each other, you would see how we love, you would see that you don’t want to hide anything from me. Together we overcome hundreds of barriers. Rains-thunderstorms. And we have nothing to do with us, and most importantly, it could have been that we are sincere, like adults, and in our souls all the children, and only you and I see these children. A year passed, we could live together. I would cook for you. Tasty, with a soul. Together we would go to Ikea, choose a chandelier in the bedroom, wallpaper in the kitchen, and so, the rest of the little things you would have entrusted to me. We would argue in the choice, but I was inferior. As always, because the main man is in the family. And at home, the best sex. You are excited, excited I .. like children, but already adults. I would call you when you are busy and arranged sex on the phone, you excited threw all things and to me .. We would smoke on the balcony, embraced. You would extinguish cigarette butts in my colors for flowers. I would swear .. We would scream, quarreled, but put up, under stormy sex. We would live .. but not what now. But .. there are always chances, even the slightest, that you can understand what would happen if I had not been such a cynical bitch as it is now, and you are just a moron.