Thought as soul's hoarfrost, line as snow.
I am ill anytime I can't say.
We had not met before ,- I think so.
You will come cross to me, not this way,not this way,not this way...
And he can not find words to express
Because he missed me very much
But his smile for me's burden or press
and his fixed for me as load touch,as load touch,as load touch...
The sky is dark as well as grand sack
Men are sleeping around in th main
We are go together again
But the wind is at our back...at our back...at our back...
Refrain:
You are pauper without my love,
My lovely,my lover, my love...
Thought as soul s hoarfrost
© Copyright: Иоланта Сержантова, 2017
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