They say, they say, that
They say, that it's not love.. no
that it just their their imagination
that it doesn't feel rhythm
They say, they say, that
They say, that it comes to the end
The beads of shared years and winters
The pictures where there are always she with him
They say, they say, that
They say, that it's not love.. no
that it is just their, their imagination
That they lost with bad luck such a long time ago
They say, they say, that
They say, that it comes to the end
Enjoying with no reasons
That she within his mind and he within her
All I have
The things what happend to us
The things like a home full of bread smell
with your laughing face
All I have
The things what happend to us
The things like your cheek, when freezing cold
on the featherbed of Big Dipper
Let them talk, that it's not love
that it just our imagination
I wish, it doesn't stop
It's all what you gave me
They say, they say, that
They say, that it's not love.. no
that it is just their, their imagination
That they lost with bad luck such a long time ago
They say, they say, that
They say, that it comes to the end
Enjoying with no reasons
That she within his mind and he within her
All I have
The things what happend to us
The length and breadth of Tatra Mountains
The rainbow, the ribbon when it's rain
All I have
The things what happend to us
Twilights with sudden shortness of breath
Nights without one hour of sleeping
Let them talk, that it's not love
that it just our imagination
I wish, it doesn't stop
It's all what you gave me
