Текст песни Дина Джо - Быть может это чудо

what today
Tax on happiness
How was the new century
I honestly do not know
Who is the first to throw a stone into a living
Who does not see the tears that I cry

Perhaps it is a miracle
Love and be loved
Changing his mind
On feeling fine as thread

Perhaps it is a miracle
Stored under armor heat
Leaving the last meal
As a children's horrible dream

Zavey yellow rays in mortal
pierces the air
rapidly
confuse the body
young erogenous
Soul of the universe gives me you