Текст песни Вита Беловоденко - Любовь моя, привет тебе из пекла

My love, hello to you from the baked,
Where all the stretched strings are torn.
Someday that rebels from the ash,
I will become a woman, a gorgeous nature.

Someday put on his dress
And slowly singing lunch prosco
And I will be a strong spirit visually,
With a disturbing voice and droplets from laughter.

Signing images, desires, moorings
I fill my soul again perfection.
And every day, as the best start,
I will teach the voice of the heart to listen.

My love, hello to you from the bake,
Where all the stretched strings are torn.
Once, I, having subtractedly,
I repeat again, how much I need you.

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Poems read: Vita Beloveodenko