Рассказал историю, той которой мало.
Нас с тобой не стало,слёзы по ресницам.
Ты была любовью, смысл моей жизни.
Не было бы моря, и тебя нарочно.
По небу лети, душа моя.
Так осторожно, и не спеша.
И крыльями неба навсегда.
Знаешь, я стал бы морем.
Рассказал историю, не хватило строчек.
Было очень мило.
Ямочки с улыбкой.
Написал об этом,но сломались мысли.
Может и нарочно, сердце застучало.
По небу лети, душа моя.
Так осторожно, и не спеша.
И крыльями неба навсегда.
Знаешь, я стал бы морем.
He told the story that was not enough.
We were not with you, tears on the eyelashes.
You were love, the meaning of my life.
There would be no sea, and you are on purpose.
In the sky, fly, my soul.
So carefully, and slowly.
And the wings of the sky forever.
You know, I would become the sea.
He told the story, did not have enough lines.
It was very cute.
Sneakers with a smile.
He wrote about it, but broke his thoughts.
Maybe on purpose, the heart staped.
In the sky, fly, my soul.
So carefully, and slowly.
And the wings of the sky forever.
You know, I would become the sea.
