Freshness, cold morning , you're next ,
eyes do not lie, and if you lie , the sweet,
we are, you know, I need someone to believe
words like birds, they fly ,
north, hot tea , writing,
I know nothing, lost its meaning ,
I was given life , you and eternity ,
cool blue breeze ,
but with the heat , the heat we burn scarlet ,
at a distance of one soul , two hands ,
forever with us, you and me ,
only fiction in years,
time to take a loan,
to the end will burn in these verses ,
and do not need a thought , the smoke , the amount of anger,
this night , where are you?
slam ? .. blind , and whether there is joy in all of this ?
happiness , fiction, happiness , death, fiction in life ,
phoenix invented a strange miracle.
I still grow a fabulous garden ,
my boat floating in the sea of love,
and for me it is the land you
without you ... without you I ....
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How's life without spring
Spring without leaves ,
without foliage Rain
and thunder without lightning.
So boring years ,
without the right to love,
Fly to the call
or a silent moan your
Alas, not predskazhesh trouble
call me , I 'll take a blow .
Let 's head for that I give myself ,
Guess the price is not for me , my love
Let 's head for that I give myself ,
Guess the price is not for me , my love
The road of love, we are not easy ,
but to us generous, white moss and clover ,
full of nightingales happy melancholy,
and spring there are generous , returning to the north,
There is a land where so many separations,
she marry us suddenly ,
for the fact that we are true birds of spring,
they winter we heard , favorite