I have a hundred roads left. How to get through without you? Ahead - snow, fatigue. And which Do I need to go by the side now?
Us to infinity behind you Leaves over the water Beckon, sailing at the pier. You and I stood on it Last october And they wanted to start all over again ...
I have a hundred nights left. They are all without you. For love, everything was forgiven. I will forgive Looking at the leaves again from the pier ...