Пауло Коэльо - 3 года - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Love is a battle, in advance lost. Secular people in general are single, lost in the sea of ​​vaguely familiar persons. They try to be trying, only where it is noisy, you can not talk. Holidays are given to man to hide what he has on his mind. How did I allow the window to be shown to such an extent to me? Often they say, you need to save your face, and I say, the face must be killed, just so saved yourself. The mosquito of the eyelid - 1 day, roses - 3, in the cat's cat - 13 years old, in love - 3 years and do not hurt anything. First, the year of passion, then the year of tenderness and finally, the year of boredom. In the first year they say: "If you leave, I will commit suicide." For the second year they say: "If you leave, it will hurt me, but I will survive." On the third year they say: "If you leave, I will wash it with champagne." 3 years, statistics, biochemistry. My personal experience, the term of love is the same. I do not like such coincidences why 3 years, and nor 2, nor 3, nor 4 or say 600. In my opinion, this confirms the existence of three stages, which once allocated Stendal, Bart and Barbara Garden. Passion, tenderness, boredom. The cycle was out of three steps, each length per year, a triad, published, as a holy Trinity. In the first year, they buy furniture, in the second year the furniture is rearranged, the furniture is divided for the third year. Love is a driving catastrophe, you know that you are right on the wall and still click on gas, you fly to the meeting of your death, with a smile on my lips, waiting for moments with curiosity when it grows. Love is the only projected disappointment, the only predictable misfortune that I still want. Love is not a clear thing when you see it from others do not understand anything and even less when it happens to you so that love lives forever, just forget about the time. I understood one thing that love did not pass, in each should be something not caught, preventing presptness, no, it does not mean to spur yourself artificially created stryaski, you just need to be able to wonder the miracle of every day, to be generous and not wise, You're surely in love, when you start squeezing toothpaste to another, not your brush. I learned the main thing to become happy, it is necessary to survive the status of terrible unhappiness, if not to go through the school, happiness can not be durable. 3 years lives the love that he did not storm the top and did not visit the bottom, but fell from the sky, ready. Love lives long, only if each of those who love knows the price. We were not ready for happiness, because they were not accustomed to unfortunately, because we were growing in worshiping to one God - well-being, we must end in the wrong story ......