I’m crazy; it’s just a minute’ weakness,
I can’t breathe without your deep eyes,
Maybe you’ll say it’s an earnest illness,
But I’d like to fly as a bird in the skies.
Is it likely to count stars with you?
Sometimes I don’t understand your point of view.
Eventually dancing under the pouring rain
Will lead to a vast fire in my lonely brain.
You’ve flown away from my head for many times,
At that time my life became so care-free,
But between us there are not too many miles,
Please, tell me your love’s ip.
your love s ip
© Copyright: Даринка Смайл, 2009
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