Задумайся - правда о любви... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I think that there is no love. I am in this case about the love of a man to a woman. The textbook claims that love is a sense of attachment, uniqueness and in constant contacts with the object of love. And someone ever thought, where does this feel of affection come from? Scientists have long proved that all that

We call love - this is just a biochemical process in our head. There is nothing funny, everything is very sad, a peculiar form of the disease. A person loses sleep, appetite, makes inadequate actions - all this resembles the state of narcotic intoxication. But love, like the action of any drug, sooner or later ends. And what does it stay after that? That's right, breaking. And without breaking - emptiness. A person does not know what to do with this void. As a rule, in adults it immediately fills alcohol. I think the example does not need to lead? .. Here is the same hippolyte from the "Irony of Fate ...". While this Zhenychka Lukashin did not appear, the normal man was, and then Batz - and all, in stuff. I already keep silent how many deaths because of this disease. And how many suicides, duels? And how many wars? In general, with a positive, some complete crawl turns out.