Текст песни Olivia - Ветер

Ripe cherry juice
Edge of hot lip.
Drops of a burgundy stack.
The wind on the caress of a storm.

Like on eyelashes down
Feels easily sadness.
Wind to sobbing deaf
He is not sorry for him.

Sweet skin in his chest
Hurts hurt in temples,
The wind whispered: "Go,
Need to look for yourself! "

Hot touched the cheeks
Drying moisture in VMY.
He did everything that could
In the sky, my cry took.

Wings and power gave
Willi filled the chest.
Swore that never
Will not be allowed to fall asleep.

Will push forward
And will not allow the mouth.
He is waiting for top
So - not the time to sleep!