Текст песни Дима Олейник - Посмертно

The date of the last meeting posthumously
The bright memory dig
Embrace the warm like summer rain
We are not fools nineteen more
I thought we are strong as a French dry
In the future, as the & quot; Babylon & quot; plans to build
Each wagon belief and trust each other
Until recently, there were rumors and proper attention to them
It's just like cures, hatred and love with fire
Mutual desire increases with enviable speed
You're my best alcohol and it seemed that soon sopyus
You know as well as hundreds of my heart when your fighting form
And if not there, my every atom of your sad
I'm sorry for what was thus not for your insides
Get up in the morning, cover your shoulders tired red mash
Who do you become? Or such was
And remember, I would like you to feed the ripe plum
It's only in the movies love is blind
There is only one look is worth a thousand words
Smile Award. Kiss of love to the grave
And holding hands died
With your every goodbye
The date of our last meeting posthumously
11 February.