Фредерик Бегбедер - love lives three years - 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. It is trying only where noisy - you can not talk. Holidays are given to man to hide what he has on his mind. How did I let my life be submitted to such an extent? Often they say: "We must save your face." And I say, the face must be killed, just so saved yourself. At Komar eyelid one day, the rose is three. The cat's cat is thirteen years old, love for three 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 leave with me." 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." Three years! Statistics, biochemistry, my personal experience: Love time is the same. I do not like such coincidences. Why for three years, not two, not four or, let's say, six hundred? In my opinion, this confirms the existence of three stages who have once allocated standal, Bart and Barbara Cartland: Passion Tenderness of boredom, cycle of three steps, every long year - triad, unshakable, like a holy Trinity. In the first year they buy furniture. For the second year, furniture rearrange. On the third year, furniture is divided. Love is a driving catastrophe: you know that you carry right on the wall, and yet click on gas; You fly to meet your death with a smile on the lips; Curiosity is waiting for a minute when rushing. Love is the only programmed disappointment, the only predictable misfortune, which I still want. Love is an incomprehensible thing. When you see it from others, you 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, each should be something elusive. Not allowing the presumption - no, it does not mean to spill yourself with artificially created stupid shakements, you just need to be able to wonder the miracle of every day. Be generous and not wise. You're surely in love, when you start to squeeze the toothpaste to another, not your brush. I learned the main thing - to become happy, you need to go through the condition of terrible unhappiness. If not to go through school grief, happiness can not be durable. Three years lives the love that he did not storm the top and did not visit the bottom, but fell ready to prepare from the sky. Love lives long, only if each of those who love knows her. We were not ready for happiness, because they were not accustomed to misfortune. After all, we raised in worship to one God - well-being. It is necessary to end in itself to live in progress.