Для любви нe нaзвaнa цeнa. Лишь тoлькo жизнь oднa, Жизнь oднa, жизнь oднa. Для любви нe нaзвaнa цeнa. Лишь тoлькo жизнь oднa, Жизнь oднa, жизнь oднa. White thorn, wild thorn Krash sadykovy roz. Belyu vetka young lover The Grefskie brought. White yoke, grow a winder, He, laughing, separated. The leaves fell on the podokonnik. Happened to her.
For love is not called the price. Only one life, Life is the same, life is the same. For love is not called the price. Only one life, Life is the same, life is the same.
White yoke, grow a winder, Mind taking away. You do not know, the guardian Against someone else's flowers. What did you want, dear razboynik? Got up suddenly. Red from the blood - a red bug I got out of the dead hands.
For love is not called the price. Only one life, Life is the same, life is the same. For love is not called the price. Only one life, Life is the same, life is the same.
They cremated in different magiwills, There, where the old valen. How did they call you, dear boy? Only the needle knew. Now, who killed them, that's who spied, Budet is punished. A white thorn, a dowager, The memory of love is blossoming.
For love is not called the price. Only one life, Life is the same, life is the same. For love is not called the price. Only one life, Life is the same, life is the same.