Stop, I will go to sing a solo,
You are on the weekend notes,
Sing, sing with me,
If your palm is sinking someone else's palm
Our universe will shut down the wind of the hall.
Spring blooms on the soul when the case gives rise - reason,
The sound slogan "relationship" and they, damn, in a pile of brackets.
Meanwhile, there is something there, if Khmelit, "Gucci Flora"
You, you are my pressing hunger, you are a kayfunny cold.
On the movement, she was not bought, we *
Deli, relationships on season *
Sweet lips Pukhley,
And build more, alas
Not enough spirit.
How not to overload me
Pororal years
In choosing
When will blow, look in the booklet *
And there the post script
Indispensable
Abandoned past in the corner.
*****
Come on, Pogrim, whatever serious
Come on, without a tiring fuss
Come on, give tears from happiness
You have me, I have you.