Юлия Началова - Герой не моего романа
текст песни

The leaves burned in festive fire
And autumn silently admired the forest
You admitted to me for the first time in love
And called me his princess

But it seemed to me - my hour did not come
What else is it too early for me to think about love
I answered merrily laughing
That you are a hero not my novel
I answered merrily laughing
That you are a hero not my novel

How quickly the year after year passed
I didn't notice how matured
And you still insisted about love
And called his queen

But it seemed to me - my hour did not come
What else is it too early for me to think about love
I answered merrily laughing
That you are a hero not my novel
I answered merrily laughing
That you are a hero not my novel

I didn't think about tomorrow's day
Love did not protect and did not spare
And did not notice in a transparent dream
How did you find another queen
She did not save her love herself
I laugh at the meeting, and the wound is on my heart
I understood too late
That without you there is no my novel
I understood too late
That without you there is no my novel.