mrs.Белочка - о моей жизни - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We met you, seemingly by accident. The touch of lips, you are three years older... They kissed you, even though we were seeing each other for the first time, no, not frivolity, but vodka with nicotine.. Then the school disco ended, we would have forgotten about everything and everything would have been wonderful. In fact, the acquaintance could not develop, but as I walk around the school, faces wink.. The jokes started, they didn’t let you pass, the guys pestered me for a long time about what happened. Then everything calmed down and the topic was closed, but during that time I fell in love with you.. I pestered you I, confession of the letter in a personal message, am a fool, I dreamed that everything would be fine. But my dream was not destined to come true, stupid teenager, how can I fall in love like that? So you’re leaving school for graduation, I won’t see you again, at least from one district. I confessed my love with one letter on VKontakte.. I received an answer from friends and then online.. And the summer always began, I was always depressed and only a letter of hello, I was pestering you...well, in one random correspondence, I received: “Come out and drink, baby,” I read and we met so out of happiness then and everything was fine, we then went to a friend’s apartment, we kissed and everything was so sweet ..I didn’t know then that I didn’t mean anything, and that your friends messed up there with the letter, but over the summer we saw each other more and more often, another meeting, and now I really like me.. It was cool sitting like that in the apartment, afraid of everyone’s sound so that the parents wouldn’t burned down. It seemed like everything had worked out and the bright moments were in the memory so that I wouldn’t forget forever. But that time was over, you were tired of me, you were walking with someone else, at that time I was crying. But then, to spite you and the guy, we met , kissed, and that was the trick... Then I got tired of it because I wasn’t happy with him, I realized with pain that you were only my beloved, I broke up with him and you broke up with her, time went by, we started seeing each other again and everything went on like that and it kind of continues, but now we don’t see each other, we just get confused, it’s like you’re not a girl and it’s like you’re not a stranger, you don’t want to be together and you’re breaking down. I admit that I love you, and that you’re more precious than everyone else.. You don’t need it, stupid little girl, maybe, but I won’t forget the happy moments, 11 years old and the school disco, maybe I mean at least a little to you, and if nothing, then good luck. I thank fate that I met you there, there was a lot of pain, but I can cope with the pain