Текст песни Фредерик Бегбедер - Любовь - это битва
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Love is a battle. Lost in advance. Secular people are generally loners, lost in the sea of vaguely familiar faces. They try to go only where it’s noisy - you can not talk. Holidays are given to man in order to hide what is on his mind. How did I allow window-dressing to such an extent crush my life? Often they say: "We must save the face." And I say, the face should be killed, only this way you will save yourself. A mosquito has one day, a rose has three. A cat has thirteen years of age, love has three years. And nothing can be done about it. First a year of passion, then a year of tenderness and, finally, a year of boredom. In the first year they say: "If you leave, I WILL FINISH with me." In the second year they say: "If you leave, it will hurt me, but I will survive." In the third year they say: "If you leave, I will wash it with champagne." Three years! Statistics, biochemistry, my personal experience: the term of love is the same. I do not like such coincidences. Why three years, not two, not four, or, say, six hundred? In my opinion, this confirms the existence of three stages that have repeatedly distinguished Stendal, Bart and Barbara Cartland: Passion Tenderness Boredom, a cycle of three steps, each year long — a triad as unshakable as the Holy Trinity. In the first year they buy furniture. In the second year, the furniture is rearranged. In the third year the furniture is divided. Love is an ecstatic catastrophe: you know that you are rushing right onto the wall, and yet you press on the gas; you fly towards your doom with a smile on your lips; curiously waiting for the moment when jerk. Love is the only programmed disappointment, the only predictable unhappiness that you want more. Love is an incomprehensible thing. When you see it in others, you do not understand anything, and even less when it happens to you. To love lived forever, enough to forget about time. I realized one thing: for love not to pass, there must be something elusive in each. Preventing emptyness - no, this does not mean pushing yourself artificially created stupid shakes, you just need to be able to wonder at the miracle of every day. Be generous and not wise. You're definitely in love when you start squeezing toothpaste onto another, not your brush. I learned the main thing - to become happy, one must experience a state of terrible unhappiness. If you do not go through the school of grief, happiness cannot be durable. For three years, that love has been living, which has not stormed the peaks and has not been at the bottom, but is ready to fall from the sky. Love lives long, only if each lover knows her price. We were not ready for happiness, because we were not accustomed to unhappiness. After all, we were raised in the worship of one god — well-being. It is necessary to complete yourself to live the unfinished story.
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