On the wings of our love there are no more working turbines Under us are kilometers of valleys and we will never reach the landing strip The chances for a happy end are impossibly low And you throw away the steering wheel, saying that you are tired That our relationship has flied its part
We are losing altitude, panic on board And they aren't waiting for us at the airport anymore Having the best scenes from the past go through my head I am waiting for the collision
And in the news they will show only the broken fragments of the feelings That used to bind us in the past And the flight recorder will pass on my sadness In scraps of song verses
Our alliance disappeared from all radars And neither the ambulance, nor the rescuers got to the scene of the accident on time I'm unrecognisable now, no matter how many examinations you make But you are unchanges, as if you never fell from the sky with me
And now you have a new flight, a new crew And your shiny fuselage is stronger than ours was And it would hardly be hurt even by a sabotage And what's left of ours is just a news report
Where they showed only the broken fragments of the feelings That used to bind us in the past And the flight recorder will pass on my sadness In scraps of song verses
The rose is red, the violet's blue, The honey's sweet, and so are you. Thou are my love and I am thine; I drew thee to my Valentine: The lot was cast and then I drew, And Fortune said it should be you.
なんかここいるとあんまりバレンタインムードとか感じない でもとりあえず好きな人にまた好きって言っといた あっ知ってますか？どうでもいですか？ まあToo bad
