Garry Cross - Нам не по-пути

WE′RE OUT OF OUR WAY


My love was pure,
Like spring water.
You were tempted by the hustle and bustle,
That I ran after you.
And those patched curtains,
That they covered your life,
And again lost disputes
They didn′t hide your nakedness.

The light of the night lanterns is dearer to you than the day.
Forget that there is a me in the world.
You′re not a fairy anymore,
But only a butterfly in the night.
Time is getting more and more painful
Stripes the folds of wrinkles
Your face. No, you′re not the same anymore.
This is the path you chose for yourself.
I′m sorry, but we′re not on the same path with you.

You cherished a dream-
A beautiful life of maeta:
Crystal ringing, champagne splashing,
The car is gorgeous... shine!
Well, your dream has come true,
But you′re all worked up:
After all, there was no love,
Don′t call mine again!