I called you my loss ,
And good luck - a passing bird.
And I'm in love with you , as in happiness, believed.
Well, as you know , I want to say goodbye .
And let fraer one whom you cry
Caress a year of separation,
He would be delighted , not otherwise
And raise , maybe in his hands.
He crumbles to the warm words
Kiss - it is certainly,
And to the grave lyabovyu
Calls you regularly .
Bravo , my dear, everything is very simple ,
So sorry for the lost time .
For what I was looking at the stars ,
Why are we so much kissing ?
We did not fight , went beautifully ,
Life pushed a little pampered ,
Pull together and separated for a moment ,
In parting, did not kiss !
Well, okay, that was - in the past,
Blame , of course, me again.
Remember only one good ,
Well, thank you so , in general , happiness !
And I sing, I 'm not sad ,
Let sad that fraerok shameful
He shebutnoy and yet what ,
And I ? - And you're ours, Tver !
We Tver people simple but proud!
