Стен и Илана - Вера Уходит Второй
As water flows through your fingers while
Will never return and wait ...
Counted on the fingers of people who remained close
And today I have enough, and one brush.
People leave, I'm going to remain thoughts.
Answer wait is not necessary, it is someone's fantasy, it
Delivers I thought, will not be repeated.
But people are not saints, and I'm not an angel, in essence,
While ballad twists, and this can be think.
About friends and the one that I love to horror.
Today, I am one with this idea a couple
Dressed slowly and quietly dump.
She's not even on the sim card in my mobile,
And friends in their own way, which is spun.
Fur under nicotine lung Marlborough
Funny photo of everyone I know.
And anyone would be all in all good,
Would write more, but I can not find words.
Faith takes second, leaving open door
And what's behind her, in the habit of leaving the latter.
Faith goes to the second, leaving the door ajar,
And what's behind her, in the habit of leaving the latter.
So often, alas, is irreversible,
We vyrostayut and hide in their apartments.
As it is not sad, but will be,
Just all got older and more forgotten.
To your area I appear less and less,
Can be cut away those boundaries.
But before jumping in economy class was much easier
Slightly more than half a day and a backpack on his shoulders.
And here is my yard, where are all the time,
Nights gazebo, talking about eternity.
Dreams of the future will certainly become a reality.
By dawn, home, happy, drunk.
First love, familiar intercom,
Home phone and talk about anything.
Now all this, as if sleeping,
Outside the window, Moscow and on repeat this Mouzon.
Faith goes to the second, leaving the door ajar
And what's behind her, in the habit of leaving the latter.
Faith goes to the second, leaving the door ajar,
And what's behind her, in the habit of leaving the latter.
As water flows through your fingers while
Will never return and wait ...
Faith out the second, leaving the door ajar
And what's behind her, in the habit of leaving the latter.
Faith goes to the second, leaving the door ajar,
And what's behind her, in the habit of leaving the latter.
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Will never return and wait ...
Counted on the fingers of people who remained close
And today I have enough, and one brush.
People leave, I'm going to remain thoughts.
Answer wait is not necessary, it is someone's fantasy, it
Delivers I thought, will not be repeated.
But people are not saints, and I'm not an angel, in essence,
While ballad twists, and this can be think.
About friends and the one that I love to horror.
Today, I am one with this idea a couple
Dressed slowly and quietly dump.
She's not even on the sim card in my mobile,
And friends in their own way, which is spun.
Fur under nicotine lung Marlborough
Funny photo of everyone I know.
And anyone would be all in all good,
Would write more, but I can not find words.
Faith takes second, leaving open door
And what's behind her, in the habit of leaving the latter.
Faith goes to the second, leaving the door ajar,
And what's behind her, in the habit of leaving the latter.
So often, alas, is irreversible,
We vyrostayut and hide in their apartments.
As it is not sad, but will be,
Just all got older and more forgotten.
To your area I appear less and less,
Can be cut away those boundaries.
But before jumping in economy class was much easier
Slightly more than half a day and a backpack on his shoulders.
And here is my yard, where are all the time,
Nights gazebo, talking about eternity.
Dreams of the future will certainly become a reality.
By dawn, home, happy, drunk.
First love, familiar intercom,
Home phone and talk about anything.
Now all this, as if sleeping,
Outside the window, Moscow and on repeat this Mouzon.
Faith goes to the second, leaving the door ajar
And what's behind her, in the habit of leaving the latter.
Faith goes to the second, leaving the door ajar,
And what's behind her, in the habit of leaving the latter.
As water flows through your fingers while
Will never return and wait ...
Faith out the second, leaving the door ajar
And what's behind her, in the habit of leaving the latter.
Faith goes to the second, leaving the door ajar,
And what's behind her, in the habit of leaving the latter.
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