You do not love me, do not regret,
Did I look my best?
Do not look at the face of passion mleesh,
Hands on my shoulders drooping.
Young, with a sensual grin,
I'm with you is tender and not rude.
Tell me how much you petted?
How many hands do you remember? How many lips?
I know - they have passed like shadows,
Not touching your fire
Many of you sat down on his knees,
And now here I sit.
Let your eyes half closed
And do you think about somebody else,
I love you because he does not really,
Drowning in a long journey.
This fervor is not called fate,
Legkodumna fiery relationship -
Accidentally met with thee,
Smile, quietly broke up.
Yes, and you go your way
Spray bleak days
Just do not touch Never Been Kissed,
Negorevshih not only mani.
And when the lane with another
You go, talking about love,
Maybe I'll go for a walk,
And we will meet with you again.
Squaring his shoulders
And slightly sloping down,
You tell me quietly: "Good evening ..."
I answer: "Good evening, miss».
And nothing will disturb the soul,
And nothing it will not abandon the creeps -
Who loved, so he can not love,
Who burned will not be lit.