Literatura Rusa

I believe that four never waits for three
I suppose three has never waited for two
You follow that numerical example

The difference is that here I wait for you
In the end, a little more time, what does it matter
Life has already given me more than enough
What does it matter

Give me another chance
Even the worst, I believe, are given one

When he has you close, their heads together
Everything he whispers to you
Being him is my fantasy, for his words are mine
For you forever

I believe Monday never waits for Sunday
Nor has it ever waited for me
It resembles you

I will wait for you here
Like a mountain, mountains don't feel
They don't feel pain, they don't feel emptiness, no

Give me a second chance
I truly believe I deserve it

When he has you close, their heads together
Everything he whispers to you
Being him is my fantasy, for his words are mine
For you forever