Текст песни Romantic Collection - Love Melody

There will be cold snow
And the tears of May showers ...
You have no master, nor the servant
In love, and therefore, all are equal in it.

And he created a play director,
And the role given to each according to faith,
To her may know actor
Gains and losses.

To love, to be loved? ..
We play the role of the earth:
To fly who walk,
To forgive someone captivity.

I live in a created role,
The game of life to fanaticism -
The higher the loss of pain,
The finer sense of selfishness.

Tired of fierce winds,
What controls the entire universe,
We wander in search of fires,
Fearing fire imperishable soul.

But the oil of healing
Love divine cure,
And the soul of its heat of coals
Not blind, crippled.

By earthly flesh and blood draws,
A spirit, like a bird in the sky is torn,
But those who betray love,
She remains forever.

Leave the stage to the house alone,
Keeping in mind their lights,
Others - ash from the fires
And the emptiness of unnecessary words ...