P -polling, affectionately: “Let your fate make a fairy tale, bloom with white pink,
Being rain and thunderstorms with you, fly to the edge of the unearthly, happiness to divide into two with you
How is it that it turns out? Why are everyone falling in love with you? "
It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt to fall down, I beg you, I scream “Return to me”.
To the will, to the will, to the will, to the will of the flocks of birds, but it hurts, but it hurts to fall down without wings.
Whisper, affectionately: “With whom you will not be happy with me, with whom else will you share troubles
Will you meet whom sunsets with dawn?
I ask you to understand, you can’t live without you, without your love how it turns out?
Why are everyone falling in love with you? "
It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt to fall down, I beg you, I scream “Return to me”.
To the will, to the will, to the will, to the will of the flocks of birds, but it hurts, but it hurts to fall down without wings.
It hurts so - to fall down.
