Канье Уэст – Тебе моя последняя любовь

To you, my last and final love, I'm sending an envelope with a snapshot dimmed by time.
And now you gave a brow that's slightly bending, and curves of lips that no one's kissed but mine.
Keep me right there upon your writing desk, where unfinished songs and melodies remain.
And tell your wife, whose jealousy won't rest, her hairstyle's been a year out of the main.