Not Just Love ENG

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Not Just Love ENG

«Любовь – не место, а путь, который мы выбираем вместе.»

“Love is not a place – it’s the journey we choose together.”

Your eyes are oceans,
I'm drowning in them without fear.,
After all, in their depths
I'm learning to breathe.

Love doesn't scream,
It whispers like spring —
it opens like a flower,
soft as your smile.

When the night gets heavy,
your voice is my light,
a quiet promise
that I'm not alone.

I touched your hand,
and the world slowed down.
Even the silence
It became a love song.

In the quiet of the evening peace
I hear your ringing whisper.
And my whole world is a different fate. —
Filled with you alone.

If spring forgets to come,
I'll wait anyway.
After all, your gaze is
my eternal April.

In the rain
I was looking for shelter.
But every drop
whispered your name.

Love is not fire.
She's a little light in the window.
Fragile, warm,
but leading home.

Your name is
like morning dew:
invisible,
but everything around you lives by it.

We stood under the streetlight in silence.
But the heart is louder
than any phrase.

I'm walking down a street
full of passersby.
But
my eyes are only looking for you.

I wanted to say a thousand words,
but your smile
silenced them.

If it were possible to
save a moment,
I would choose the
one where you look at me.

Train station, crowd,
separation is near.
But your hand is in mine
, and the world is still whole.

Love
is a step into the darkness,
where only your light
leads me on.

I dreamed of happiness,
but I found you.
And I understood:
It's the same thing.

You're my sun on a sultry afternoon.,
You're burning worse than the heat.
And if the heart suddenly gets cold —
You will revive him, spark.

We danced under the moon,
Like two fires, like two waves.
And even at night,
Burning up in the dance – me and you.

You are the flame of a candle
flickering in the wind.
But if you go
out, my world will go out.

The wine in the glass is bitter.,
Until I touch your lips.
Then even the night
becomes sweet.

The moon is hanging over the square,
bright as your soul.
I sing for her,
but only you can hear.

Your eyes are
two black olive orchards
where
my secret sins hide.

Love is like a rose,
it pricks and burns.
But for you
I'll hug her thorns

I'm afraid of losing you,
like a song without words,
like a dance without music,
like life without the sun.

Wine intoxicates for an hour,
and your smile is forever.
I drink it with my eyes
every day.

I'll steal the
quietest stars from the night
to give you
instead
of words…
I'm ready to get burned
if it's your fire.
Let my heart burn,

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