Glasses full of wine
We are here tonight
Sitting face to face
In the silver light
My eyes full of love
Your eyes full of lie
And we're raising up
Glasses full of wine
I swear
The next morning I'll be gone
I swear to myself
This will be the last wound
in my heart
I swear I swear
Young souls full of hope
Are always breaking up
And it's how it works
With the tricky love
Glasses full of wine
Glasses full of blood
Slowly trickling out
Of my bleeding heart
I swear
The next morning I'll be gone
I swear to myself
My life must be begun
It's the very end
I swear I swear
Glasses full of wine
© Copyright: Еленька Филипенкова, 2012
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