Сгинувшим в огне любви можешь стать вполне и ты все кто любовью опален прекрасно знают что почем.
Мы топливо в таких кострах не ведом нам пожаров страх, туда, как будто в смертный бой бросаемся мы с головой. He did not sleep , did not eat, did not drink he lived, he was exhausted He suffered only one she every hour all terrible .
I send out all the seams , from the love of his soul , before striking always , his eyes faded .
Chorus: Tears were falling in the sand sadness sick etching wept bitterly thunderstorms he washed his cheeks shower reviving the heart .
Perished in the fire of love can be completely and you all who love scorched knows that how much.
We fuel in such fires We are not guided by the fear of fire , there, as if in a fight to the death we rush headlong .