I caressed her with his lips,
And rubbing words of love to her soul,
But she washed with tears,
As I was she didn't need
Every once cursed the distance,
The songs of the birds and the radiance of heaven,
When it was time of parting
The trembling of the heart suddenly disappeared
Hold washed their under lock and key,
U want the secret in their arms
Damn that grief under glass
Again and again, stoking the fires
As I was she didn t need
© Copyright: Стрелков Сергей, 2014
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