You are my soul, wait, don't burn your palm
And do not demand from me, the darkness of the night in broad daylight.
The many -sided "love", I am sculpting, not dividing.
You are the soul of my soul, embroider on me, write.
We play pistols between tracing bullets,
You are February, and I am July, you are a river, and I am a comet.
We play pistols, like children in sight,
Lugge, I'll get in, get in response to the answer.
If you want here, but if you want, ask, I will give everything.
We stand with your back to the back, I need you so much.
Under the sight, the tenderness of the hands, under the sight of the heart, knocks.
I accelerate and tremble and hurry you to hug you.
We play pistols between tracing bullets,
You are February, and I am July, you are a river, and I am a comet.
We play pistols, like children in sight,
Lugge, I'll get in, get in response to the answer.
We play pistols ... in pistols ... in pistols ... in pistols ...
We play pistols between tracing bullets,
You are February, and I am July, you are a river, and I am a comet.
We play pistols, like children in sight,
Lugge, I'll get in, get in response to the answer.
We play pistols between tracing bullets,
You are February, and I am July, you are a river, and I am a comet.
We play pistols, like children in sight,
Lumshow, I will get, get in response to the answer.