I am your classic, you are my jazz.
Let me, your woman, simply adjust
All wars are over, let’s have a rest.
Let, please, my head lie on your chest.
Evening is dying. Night has to fly.
You are so tender, I am so shy.
Never believe those, who can’t be shy.
You’ve come to please me, - I have to cry.
Never believe those, who can’t ever fly.
Let me surrender, or I will die..
I am your classic, you are my jazz.
There is a rainbow over the past.
Somebody’s whisper among the jazz.
It was the angel to send us the chance.
There is a rainbow over my door.
You have just come to stop any war.
There is a rainbow over all wars.
You are my future, - I will be yours.
You are affecting,- and do not deny.
I will surrender myself and will fly.
Over the death, high in the sky
We’ll write our names, so that not to die.
03.08.2013
The rainbow of our love
© Copyright: Иветта Михайловская, 2013
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