Текст песни Трио Меридиан - Люблю,люблю,но реже говорю об этом...

I love it - but rarely say this ,
I love the tender, - not to many eyes.
He sells the sense that before the light
It exposes his soul .
You come across a song I like greetings ,
When love was new for us .
So the nightingale is booming in the midnight hour
In the spring , but the flute forgets summer.
The night will not lose their charms ,
When the outpouring will cease .
But the music , sounding from all the branches ,
Usually put , it loses charm.

And I stopped , like a nightingale :
His sang and did not sing .

Shakespeare .
Mikael Tariverdiev