Марта Яковлева - Прежде, чем ты разобьешь мне сердце - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Before you break my heart, we should get to know each other. Well, yes, who would trust such a fragile thing as a heart to a stranger? and here I am standing in a store, or sitting in a cafe, or maybe walking along the boulevard.... or not, I came to visit, and there you are. so gentle and amazing, with beautiful hands, thin fingers, a good figure and smart eyes. maybe you're wearing jeans and a rough sweater, or maybe you're wearing a pantsuit and expensive shoes. or maybe even in a T-shirt. or in shorts. it doesn't matter. but I immediately understand that it’s you and don’t look at how trivial it is - for some reason it doesn’t happen any other way.

Before you break my heart, we must get to know each other. after all, this is correct, the heart is opened only to those who immediately entered it. but to inhabit it and occupy it completely - this takes time. so, you will tell me about your grandmother - a Polish emigrant. or about my grandmother, a zealous Jewish woman who made impeccable kugol. or about my grandfather - a scientist. or about mom and dad who lost you at cards when you were three years old. or about the older brother who tied you to the radiator and left you for three hours. it doesn't matter what it's about. you will share your past and your present with me, you will open up to me and I will reciprocate your feelings.

Before you break my heart, we need to get closer. and nothing brings souls closer together than physical contact. we'll start with kissing on the couch and continue with unbridled sex in motels, in cars, in friends' beds, in the bathroom of random acquaintances, and finally in our own apartment. we will satisfy each other more than once and our liquids will have time to mix, remember each other and be imprinted forever in our DNA. maybe someday later I will even have a child with your eyes. but that will come later.

Before you break my heart, I have to let you in and let you fill me from the inside. when you take root in me and your roots wrap around all my vital organs, it will be very easy to get the heart. in fact, I won’t even notice the loss. and for some time I will be next to you, without even noticing that my heart has long been beating separately from me.

and then you make an awkward move. just one move. perhaps not on purpose, just tired of holding your heart, you will let it go from your hands. and it will meet the cold floor and break into pieces. and perhaps you will break it out of anger against the wall in a fit of quarrel. or perhaps it will decide to slip off your hand and return, but it will stumble and break itself. it will be almost like suicide, and then it’s not even your fault.

but all this will not happen soon, and we have so many wonderful moments ahead of us. we have to get to know each other and live the life we ​​were given before my heart breaks.