She was
gone
б-ля
easterday
by the
rainbow's rain
She did much to me
i had up my
head - ahead
in the morning rays
No ask
she asked of me
Just a little
пить
Who can catch
a mystery
She was young alive
In the gravely clouds
seemed
by a whitish shining
winds
...
over earth of grieve
und pains
over blackist land
I would touch tommorow
By the kiss this lovely eyes
I will kiss her
tight
in the loveliest nights !
yea
Mystery of song
© Copyright: Вальдемар Керенский, 2014
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