Mirozdany's grains will collect my years,
The worshipers and confusion of Tamada are drunk,
All that is given to happen plenty along and across,
Occurs the chariot period.
You are my last sin, I am your sin,
I can not restrain, I can not
You be happy everyone, happy everyone,
On the far shore.
You are a gentle soul, I'm tender,
You are my night flight, your flight,
To you only breathe, breathe you,
I love me.
Wines of your spring, my spring,
It is not difficult to whitewate to mine.
Will germinate shoots in an unacceptable forest,
Do not save the root, the soul of the demon is carrying.
Who threw these networks from morality on me?
They are good at the light of the day.
You are my last sin, I am your sin,
I can not restrain, I can not
You be happy everyone, happy everyone,
On the far shore, OOOOO.
You are a gentle soul, I'm tender,
You are my night flight, your flight,
To you only breathe, breathe you,
I love me.
Wines of your spring, my spring,
I will fall in the silence of Alley's slutty autumn of mine.
Who said: Children's cry is not intended for flight?
Who said: Coyote's trail to stive up your old man?
I did not want to give yourself to many without a residue.
I did not want to learn in many by signs.
Well, I did not want to give yourself to many without a residue.
I did not want to call you in many.
Where are you without a measure sadness, no sadness,
Bliss without borders, without borders,
Although for a while,
From heaven to me to go down, OOOOO,
Let night on the clouds, on the clouds,
Tired sheets, sheets,
Paint in the fluff and dust, in the fluff and dust,
Sterile Day law, OOOOO,
You are in holiness, I'm in holiness,
I went so far, you're not easy to return to me.
You're not easy to return to me.
(violin)
