I love you.

I love you-I can't help but love you.
Don't blame no stars, no dreams – they're not involved.
I was going to stop – because at night, there are also limits,
And the heart has the same limit has already been exhausted, though inexhaustible.

So, what was it they told me? «Move on»
"Let him go, is this a new stage" (or an era?...)
And when the days stopped and the dreams stopped dreaming,
I told myself I didn't like you at all.

In the end, what do I need you? We from different worlds, as the shadows,
We have paths will not cross, conversations will not be,
I don't love you. We're not to blame.,
And if so in essence we are strangers strangers.

And as soon as I tell myself, proudly and freely,
And relying on the wing, gathering in the chest of the sky,
You come – and I, as causal, then whether the mad,
I drink your voice and I don't need any more wings.

Do not trust my heart – I will not dare to touch,
Don't look at me, I won't bother you.
I can break into splinters, you can forget,
And don't ask me to stop loving you because I can't do it anyway.