Do not get used to me - I'm not a bird hand ...
Do not leave me, can not stand boredom ...
The path is not trying to - where I will tomorrow, I do not know ...
I was never so helpless ...
One love me - direction indicators,
And the heart of the suffering - instead of the lighthouse.
Meet laughing and followed without regret,
Do not get used to me, is no stranger to me, is no stranger ...
In my dream, you and I run to the river izluke,
July and the sun, and fields, and everything blooms ...
I dreamed of someone, that someone is pulling your hands
And quietly crying and calling me, calling ...
I dream of rain, rainbows glow curved.
I dreamed everything in the sky purple clouds.
Without you I can not imagine life without a moment
Do not get used to me, is no stranger to me, is no stranger ...
You always I hear heart, I know where you are,
Any love, waiting, whatever.
And remember every gesture, and was dressed as ...
And I do not remember any month, any number of ...
When the speeches of your fire when you are like ice,
And lips compressed - only bitterness in the corners ...
Sadness and joy on earth so fleeting
Do not get used to me, is no stranger to me, is no stranger ...
