smiles

девушке с прекрасной улыбкой
белой как белые ночи
я пою и играю на скрипке
хоть пою и играю "не очень"
я пою не жалея связок
и пальцы о струны в кровь
а рисуя не жалел бы красок
но я солдат фром арми оф лов
and every another day
dont know what must to say
and if i could i do
and if must i pray
i never pray for love
l only ask for smile
your pretty iron soul
so beuty and so wild
wild like a lonely cat
and deeper than deep ocean
i am going slowly mad
about my simp. emotion
and maybe i dont know
dont know who you are
you'll see cause time will show
no matter i'm so far
i'm far but mind is near
you only take my hand
i speak and you just hear
and try to understand
my foggy  stupid letter
and what between these lines
i write and try write better
i write when sun just rise
i'm fool foule sentimentale
who wants to catch a stars
your face your grace your gentle
i fall in empty space
where apple whirling apple
my one and only chance