Avi Benedi and Aneliya
It Hurts, It Hurts
It hurts, it hurts my heart, my soul and it hurts, it hurts,
know when you will forget your love? When the clock strikes thirteen times.
hurts, it hurts my heart, my soul and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
and even the air, because you’re going.
How many slaps from this life with you endured?
Tell me love, but one your lie collapsed ever before.
will not hear “stay with me”. And to die, get out, walk.
It hurts, it hurts.
You do not know what I want, how I wish now I had drunk and deliberately to catch, to break, to stop,
disconnecting me that another touch me just like you, just like you.
This black chemistry as a white line will further poison your nights,
Swear at me, hate me, I hope you go, but do not know passes.
you know when you will forget your love? When the clock strikes thirteen times.
When you divide the land from the sky, I hate you, but my heart.
But in my heart.