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I Won’t Beg for Your Love Video (MV)




Performed By: Fato Deejays; De Sange
Language: English
Length: 3:09
Written by: Pavel Kuznetsov, Anna Akhmatova
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Fato Deejays; De Sange - I Won’t Beg for Your Love Lyrics




I won't beg for your love: it's laid







Safely to rest, let the earth settle . . .







Don't expect my jealous letters







Pouring in to plague your bride.







But let me, nevertheless, advise you:





Give her my poems to read in bed,





Give her my portraits to keep - it's wise to







Be kind like that when newly-wed.







For it's more needful to such geese





To know that they have won completely







Than to have converse light and sweet or







Honeymoons of remembered bliss. . .







When you have spent your kopeck's worth







Of happiness with your new friend,





And like a taste that sates the mouth







Your soul has recognized the end -









Don't come crawling like a whelp







Into my bed of loneliness.







I don't know you.

Nor could I help.







I'm not yet cured of happiness.
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English

I won't beg for your love: it's laid







Safely to rest, let the earth settle . . .







Don't expect my jealous letters







Pouring in to plague your bride.







But let me, nevertheless, advise you:





Give her my poems to read in bed,





Give her my portraits to keep - it's wise to







Be kind like that when newly-wed.







For it's more needful to such geese





To know that they have won completely







Than to have converse light and sweet or







Honeymoons of remembered bliss. . .







When you have spent your kopeck's worth







Of happiness with your new friend,





And like a taste that sates the mouth







Your soul has recognized the end -









Don't come crawling like a whelp







Into my bed of loneliness.







I don't know you.

Nor could I help.







I'm not yet cured of happiness.
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Writer: Pavel Kuznetsov, Anna Akhmatova
Copyright: Lyrics © Broma 16


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