Your kisses are cold,
And I don’t want to hold
Your hand, which has dead,
Love is gone from your head.
We have not chance
Because death around us,
And we can take off to the sky
After we must die…
But I still love you,
Do you know? That is true.
My love has to fly…
Tell me why?
So, we have not chance
Because death around us,
But we can take off to the sky
After we must die…
Death around us
© Copyright: Алексей Захаров-Воронин, 2008
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