Gudvin - А может, просто не было любви

Ты на такси, а я перезимую, и передай ему,
Что он был прав: красивых баб не просто так ревную.
Maybe there was no love at all,
Just two fools playing at a ball,
And now we're left with bitter rain,
Words that only bring more pain.
Maybe there was no love at all,
Just two fools playing at a ball,
And now we're left with bitter rain,
Words that only bring more pain.