Lyrics Юля Началова - Герой не моего романа

The leaves were burning in a festive fire,
And autumn silently admired the forest,
You're the first time in love confessed to me
And he called me his princess.

And it seemed to me that my hour had not come,
What else about love is it too early for me to think
I answered, laughing merrily
That you are a hero not of my novel.
I answered, laughing merrily
That you are a hero not of my novel.

How quickly year after year passed,
I did not notice how matured
And you still kept saying about love
And he called his queen.

And it seemed to me that my hour had not come,
What else about love is it too early for me to think
I answered, laughing merrily
That you are a hero not of my novel.
I answered, laughing merrily
That you are a hero not of my novel.

Tomorrow did not reflect on the day
Love did not care and did not regret
And did not notice in a transparent dream,
How did you find another queen.

Her very love did not save,
Laughing at the meeting, and the heart wound,
I understood too late
That without you there is no my novel.
I understood too late
That without you there is no my novel.