My Love
Robert Plant
Òÿ, ëþáîâòà ìè, ñÿêàø å íà ìàãèñòðàëàòà -
Ðàñòÿùà ñòðàñò ñëåä âñåêè ãðàä ïîäìèíàò,
 íàñòúïâàùàòà íîù ñ ðàçìèòè äèðè.
Òàì õèëÿäè âúïðîñè ìå çàëèâàò.
Áåçáðîéíè êèëîìåòðè ëþáîâòà ìè ÷àêà,
Ñ î÷è ãîðÿùè, âïåðåíè â ñòðåëêèòå
È â ïàðåùèòå ñïîìåíè, íåñïèðàùàòà áîëêà.
Ãîäèíèòå ñà íåéíîòî ãîðèâî.
Òÿ âîäè ìå ïî ïúòÿ è ìå âðúùà.
Òÿ âîäè ìå äî òåáå, ïîñëå âêúùè.
È ïðåìèíàâà âñè÷êè ãðàíèöè
Ñúñ òðåñêàâè î÷è îò õèëÿäèòå êèëîìåòðè.
À ìèñëèòå ìè, ïðîòèâîðå÷èâè, áëúñêàò ñå.
Äàëè äà íå ïîñïðà êðàé ïúòÿ?
Òÿ, ëþáîâòà òè, ñÿêàø ãóøè ñå â íàäìåííîñòòà ñè
Ñ î÷è íà õèùíèê, ÷àêàù â îãëåäàëîòî
Íàäóøâàù êðàÿ íà ïúòóâàíåòî.
Íå ìîãà äà ÿ âúðíà ëþáîâòà òè...
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My love is in league with the freeway
Its passion will ride, as the cities fly by
And the tail-lights dissolve, in the coming of night
And the questions in thousands take flight
My love is miles in awaiting
The eyes that just stare and the glance at the clock
In the secret that burns and the pain that won't stop
And it's fuelled with the years
Leading me on
Leading me down the road
Driving me on Driving beyond
Driving me down the road
My love is exceeding the limits
Red eyed and fevered with the hum of the miles
Distance and longing and my thoughts do collide
Should I rest for a while and decide / on the side
Your love is cradled in knowing
Eyes in the mirror still expecting their prey
Sensing too well when the journey is done
There is no turning back, No
There is no turning back, On the run