Братья PRADD - Я тебя теряю - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And I'm sorry that I am losing you ...

You know the baby, I more often began to notice that we have nothing to talk about with you and nothing to be silent about.

Why continue what it hurts the heart. It’s a good wind that feels so much freely.

The wrong look is no longer, the heart does not beat like that

Maybe you just need to make a small anthrax in feelings.

To squeeze out the love of an angel. And every minute turn into a devil.

To transfer to the head today, even if there is nothing to do.

More and more places have gained new interest

But there are no for two, and there can be no places in the heart.

Less often we give flowers, there are fewer calls.

The balance went to the zero of our worlds with you. We know how to play the smile of a smile. But despite this, it pulls you to me.

Like few tears, there were only words, how few words do not say that love has passed. I will not forget you, I know that and I am sorry that I am losing you.

Trying to cling to tears but hopelessly. The words: "Such things are not fashionable."

The birth of a new problem, friends in the subject, but still do not understand with those we or not with those.

Where is hopes for happiness in a blind present. The future is only a dream.

Find me in doubt, overwhelming the bowl of aspiration. As a result, we give flowers less often. But I'm sorry.

Mistakes did not teach us, they all decided for minutes. They sailed to the harbor and the angels forgot. We spend the word into the wind in an empty sake. What? To enter the river for the second time? No, enough for me.

The baby in our film is not Happy End.

We need to forgive each other and re-love. We will not find the guilty. Why look? And if you do not know how to love to lose weight

-= chorus =-

Do not say "vyatli" if there is still hope. I was the urge to your spring and was an ignoramus. They made feelings like clothes. Between heaven and ashes. You can’t fit into one dwelling in one dwelling. 1000. What is different. The difference is different. And what is good in the effort to blame even shadows. The ones with dawn were cloudy. Like a notorious gold days, minutes. It’s not that our faces have been bugged from anger. The first snow, the rains of their relying. And I will understand in an instant that we suffered each other.