You know ,
I love you so there is not enough.
Again, I 'm going down the avenue , swallow ads
Passers-by, cars honking , but I do not notice .
Hold on , and again I stumble.
It is better home on the tram
Our favorite places with you .
You know ,
Weather here can not guess ,
From this somehow caught -
Walks and thoughts , poems on his knees .
I'm sorry, but I really miss .
All worn before the eyes.
I must , I will, I know.
Returning home, I try to sleep .
Let go, again anxious to sleep.
Depart , maybe a year has passed .
Let go, I want to go home .
You're so inside. I'm still yours and you
You know,
I'm so tired of stations,
Although the depth of understanding ,
What will be better to let the stations,
Than the city in which you have too little.
I seem to be repeating myself again .
Darkens, suffer , remember ,
About how I was with you to dream.
You know ,
I'm still so surprised
Just as everything in life is cyclical .
And for some reason I am writing you a letter ,
But anyway , do not send .
And the rain again I hints
What is not right and personal .
A few minutes , trying to sleep .
Let go, again anxious to sleep.
Depart , maybe a year has passed .
Let go, I want to go home .
You're so inside. I'm still yours and you
Know.
