She was running along the dewy path.
Runs and hears the cry of the soul.
She does not believe that more than ever.
She did not hear his warm words.
She doesn't believe those happy days
Have already passed, like a snowfall.
Call it he's already so cute
As it was a few days ago.
Safe and and warm kisses
Tenderness and unforgettable words.
And all this was only a deception
Not knowing she loved to distraction...
Where is love sung for centuries?
Where we lost it?
Why she really loved,
And he?for him, it's just a game.