Tell me, my beloved, why
Chest more Heart lives?
It is sincerely believed in the spring,
And recklessly chose you...
And after thousands of completed roads
And the ashes from burned bridges
Fell no regret for you to the feet,
From the pain of not leaving traces.
You...ash turned to the fire,
You...the story of spring told
You...the Heart is warmed with the heat of its palms,
His Destiny was drawing.
You...in memory washed all the bridges,
Held, holding, hand
That Heart that wanted warmth
And hopelessly believed you...
Tell me, my beloved, why
He did not know and could not know,
When sincerely believed in the spring
You...the Heart of another...
And you did not know, and to know you couldn't
What's in my heart the number one rule,
That after thousands of completed roads.
It still will choose you.
Tell me, my beloved, why
I someone else already has Destiny,
Lays at my feet her spring,
And the heart chooses......you again.
