Фредерик Бегбедер - Любовь - это битва - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Love is a battle. Pre -lost. Secular people are generally loners, lost in the sea vaguely familiar faces. They try to be only where it is noisy - you can not talk. The holidays are given to man to hide what is on his mind. How did I allow the window dressing to crush my life to such an extent? Often they say: "We must save the face." And I say, the face must be killed, only so you will be saved yourself. Mosquito has one day, there are three roses. A cat has an age of thirteen years, love has three years. And you can’t do anything. First, a year of passion, then a year of tenderness and, finally, a year of boredom. In the first year they say: "If you leave, I will commit suicide." In the second year they say: "If you leave, it will hurt me, but I will survive." In the third year they say: "If you leave, I will wash it with champagne." Three years! Statistics, biochemistry, my personal experience: the term of love is the same. I don't like such coincidences. Why three years, not two, not four or, say, six hundred? In my opinion, this is confirmed by the existence of three stages, which have been distinguished by Stendhal, Bart and Barbara Cartland more than once: passion tenderness of boredom, a cycle of three steps, each length per year - a triad, unshakable, like a holy trinity. In the first year they buy furniture. In the second year, furniture is rearranged. In the third year, furniture is divided. Love is a delightful disaster: you know that you are rushing right on the wall, and yet you click on the gas; You fly towards your death with a smile on the lips; With curiosity you wait for a minute when it rushes. Love is the only programmed disappointment, the only predictable misfortune that you still want. Love is an incomprehensible thing. When you see it with others, you don’t understand anything, and even less - when it happens to you. In order for love to live forever, it is enough to forget about the time. I understood one thing: so that love does not go away, each should have something elusive. Failure to prevent the Free - no, this does not mean to spur yourself with artificially created stupid shakes, you just need to be able to be surprised at the miracle of every day. Be generous and not wise. You are definitely in love when you start squeezing toothpaste to another, not your brush. I learned the main thing - in order to become happy, we must survive the state of terrible unluckiness. If you do not go through the school of grief, happiness cannot be durable. For three years, the love has been living that she did not storm the peaks and did not visit the bottom, but fell from the sky ready. Love lives for a long time only if each of the loving knows her price. We were not ready for happiness, because we were not accustomed to misfortune. After all, we were raised in worship of one God - prosperity. It is necessary to end yourself in order to live an incomplete story.