Not Just Love ENG
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«Любовь – не место, а путь, который мы выбираем вместе.»
“Love is not a place – it’s the journey we choose together.”
Your eyes are oceans,I'm drowning in them without fear.,After all, in their depthsI'm learning to breathe.Love doesn't scream,It whispers like spring —it opens like a flower,soft as your smile.
When the night gets heavy,your voice is my light,a quiet promisethat I'm not alone.
I touched your hand,and the world slowed down.Even the silenceIt became a love song.
In the quiet of the evening peaceI hear your ringing whisper.And my whole world is a different fate. —Filled with you alone.
If spring forgets to come,I'll wait anyway.After all, your gaze ismy eternal April.
In the rainI was looking for shelter.But every dropwhispered your name.
Love is not fire.She's a little light in the window.Fragile, warm,but leading home.
Your name islike morning dew:invisible,but everything around you lives by it.
We stood under the streetlight in silence.But the heart is louderthan any phrase.
I'm walking down a streetfull of passersby.Butmy eyes are only looking for you.
I wanted to say a thousand words,but your smilesilenced them.
If it were possible tosave a moment,I would choose theone where you look at me.
Train station, crowd,separation is near.But your hand is in mine, and the world is still whole.
Loveis a step into the darkness,where only your lightleads me on.
I dreamed of happiness,but I found you.And I understood:It's the same thing.
You're my sun on a sultry afternoon.,You're burning worse than the heat.And if the heart suddenly gets cold —You will revive him, spark.
We danced under the moon,Like two fires, like two waves.And even at night,Burning up in the dance – me and you.
You are the flame of a candleflickering in the wind.But if you goout, my world will go out.
The wine in the glass is bitter.,Until I touch your lips.Then even the nightbecomes sweet.
The moon is hanging over the square,bright as your soul.I sing for her,but only you can hear.
Your eyes aretwo black olive orchardswheremy secret sins hide.
Love is like a rose,it pricks and burns.But for youI'll hug her thorns
I'm afraid of losing you,like a song without words,like a dance without music,like life without the sun.
Wine intoxicates for an hour,and your smile is forever.I drink it with my eyesevery day.
I'll steal thequietest stars from the nightto give youinsteadof words…I'm ready to get burnedif it's your fire.Let my heart burn,
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