Lonely girl, lonely cry
All she wants is just to drink and die
All she needs is to know why
He got married
It's take one, it's take nine
All the things are gonna be so fine
She will step out the line
He got married
No more love, no more sad
Every night she dresses black and red
There's one line in her book
"He got married"
Number one, number nine
Every page is filled with cold blue shine
There's one step to the line
He got married
The trees are growing high
And the skies are deep
She flies like a butterfly
She will never sleep
The rivers are so long
And there is no west
The fairies sing their song
In the land of rest
For their guest
No more love, no more sad...
Lonely Girl
© Copyright: Сергей Спирик, 2011
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