When your hands don't heat my,
You know, that I'm so lonely.
When all that you say me isn't a lie
I get very shy... and silent only.
When your heart don't beat with my
The sky is paler and less for me
When your voice don't protect, I want to cry.
You call mе on the name and... come in...
While your hands don't heat my,
I am sad and lonely.
You promise not to tell lie
I'll be happy, in love... and only.
When your hands don t heat my
© Copyright: Титарев Владислав, 2012
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