Текст песни Поп-комбинат - Мне холодно здесь

I'm cold here
I know the reason
I'd better go.
Do not torture yourself

But, that do not add
Love is like a quagmire
Will tighten me and you
Will tighten me and you

I will soon come to my senses
I need to be easier
Parting with a dream
And overcome yourself

But birds of paradise
From a fairy grove
Form the hymns of love
Escaping into the night

I'm cold here
I know the reason
I'd better go.
Do not torture yourself

And, that to me before you
Love is like a quagmire
Will tighten me and you
Will tighten me and you