Текст песни Катрина Кэт Волкова - Принимайте, любя.

I am almost sick to you to trembling, to odor,
And in the eyes of these arrogant, crumpled - fall,
The destination of my lyrics is surrounded by concerns,
He almost sees, does not know ... Do I need?

Tell me that the heart flies by plates,
When his presence disappears within visibility
It is almost like score bolts with screwdrivers,
Funny? Perhaps only for what are such excess?

Breaking rapid magic weekdays
He has long decided on his character,
So what is your surprise? As if
Expected another finals - however, because?

But take and take all his fabrications,
Do not ride, do not interfere - only freedom of choice.
Just be. Refuse any pressure.
Here is the prescription. Returns my muse Lira.