Текст песни Prince D1S - Смерть поэта

It all started as simple rhymes of habit , in the evening as usual , he scribbled it in a personal remembering stuff beautiful words every line , so as not to forget that she was an angel , and better in the light not present on that hardly somewhere meet the beauty here is that , wrote her about bozhestvennotgo color eyes he thought he could not turn what is still developing rapidly seemed near, he wrote poems to her , she replied Miss yu ah .