Sad, said somewhere in somethin'.
Hush, i called you through the window' s
closed edge in shadows of our love,
which' ve never existed...
I really couldn' t explain
which crime i' ve commited.
Much time of research
spent for you in my dreamin'
i know...
Won' t ever meet any like you,
i know...
Hopely at home you are,
ain' t thinkin' of me you are...
My desire you know for the best.
I' d donate you my heart:
hope the best part
of mine that is burried...
Burned alive.
You don' t worry...
Know do not necessate.
You' re happy without me -
the only thing of which,
i' m greatly capacable:
won' t ever be closer...
My destination is
suffering,
no one is out of it.
No one is out of it
© Copyright: Руслан Лях, 2014
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