Summer nights, truth, a little lighter.
Streets these and these roads, alleys
DANGERS I, because to heart pain is familiar:
Here, passing, we talked about personal.
Drops fell, and puddles of them were going.
We walked with you. Under the rain, without umbrellas, smiling.
Dreesil in childish I, stupid and too naive ...
Grey broke; So what remains? Only shower.
I remember you, and those days, and tirasids of stories.
I remember my face in whose loved was eyes. Pretend
As if I don't want to hear your voice again,
Gentle, like Silk, and deep, like an old well.
This is not a drop of rain, I admit it, it is tears.
Before your eyes your image gold-haired
He will continue not to leave, at least so many moments have passed.
Just forgetting and reality to accept - I do not know how.
Do you know ... After all, I'm not used to regret anything -
Still now I'm burning, that time flows.
Yes, I loved, although you may not love.
The feelings were led, but it was unbearable.
How many problems am I "skillful" let down for a ligaid?
How many advice in whiskey mine fought migraine?
However, it does not matter. Everything was not so critical.
Here, passing, we talked about personal.
