������������Don't talk to me, my friend, about her, I loved herBecause you know it well, that I loved her crazilyCrazily, I loved her, I drank from her glassI drank from her glass, I drank from her glassThousands of times, better not to, not to love againSo that I don't cry twiceAnd twice to see her in the mirrorOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
