Текст песни S. Zeller - Прочти

read your poems are not sung
and I invent my
and in memory of me teas
without sugar in the morning chase

Love as if there is in the hearts of winter
as if there is guilt in the eyes
After all, where anything is possible & quot; we & quot;
and those & quot; we & quot; all true evil

Buy a ticket to the last lights.
call me. with me call me
between you and me , they
Your friend and mine ... ... the Kents

erase all those days of carriers ,
where we dare to be happy
where you were me and I am you
which violated whims . forgive