The Soviet Street
I can hear its yard with the sound of your feet.
I can see your face when you go in the night
back to your canny flat and with your beloved guy.
An outcast fellow says a hallo...
An outcast fellow says a bye...
I can see the house on the Soviet Street.
I can hear the sound of your tiny heartbeat.
I can hear your voice when you speak in the night
to your favorite cat, standin' under lamplight.
An outcast fellow says a hallo...
An outcast fellow says a bye...
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Максим Лемешев 24.12.2013 00:51 Заявить о нарушении