STASYA - Прощальное письмо - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hello beloved!

Probably, it’s already too unnecessary to call you that. All points are placed, the relationship is clarified, and you went to another woman. But for me you remain loved, the best and most dear. Now it’s hard for me to say whether it will always be or over time someone who replaces you. For all the storm of feelings that was played in me after the news of your care, with all the impotence in which I was the last few days, the remnants of the mind still did not leave me. And having gathered the will into a fist, I tried to think about what led to the gap of our relationship, and how to live on.

I was and remain not the worst of the women, but for a long time you assured me that I was the best. They even left the most charming, attractive, popular and brilliant. So I was far from the worst company. Probably, there is my fault that love has gone. Perhaps I could not combine one ideal mistress and passionate mistress in myself. But maybe you are to blame. After all, love is a fragile sprout, it needs the careful care of two.

I do not blame you. Obviously, the other turned out to be better. I have no doubt that she is worthy of admiration: otherwise you would not have loved her. I hope that you will be happy, and your new girl will love you as much as me. I thank you for everything that was between us, for all the minutes of happiness that you gave me. I don’t know if I can ever love another, and whether anyone can compare with you. Even if this happens, I will always remember with warmth and tenderness about you.

Now I will look back, try to understand my mistakes, and this will develop further for me. I am not ready for a new relationship, and I can’t even think that someone else can be next to me. But I can focus on work, on my career, on entertainment, trips to the theater, at exhibitions, for concerts. Once you closed for me the whole universe, which focused on you alone, now the whole world is again revealed to me. It is no coincidence that they say that when one door is shut, countless others open.

Upon learning that you are leaving me, I fell into the abyss. But, falling, they do not always break, sometimes learn to fly. I will not break. I will learn to fly and become free, like a bird. Free from pain, free from betrayal, free from betrayal and partings. But from love, I do not want to be free, because this is the most beautiful of all the feelings on Earth. I hope I find my love, how you found it.