My good, far mine, not mine...
Your hands are still my home.
Heart still blowing a hurricane,
Do not melt more snow last year...
With the hope of building bridges
The cost to my heart's unbreakable.
And my heart is still only you.
From another heat I already stuffy.
Why am I the tenderness cherished?
Really, to someone else to give?
Why am I not with you, not your?
Why soul once again put behind bars?
If the life of someone else's hand
I'll get a star from the sky
I will not refuse, though she
I will show the path to you...
This is how I live, my good...
Write the letters for you every day...
One request: save manage
The last bridge which leads to me...
If life for you will lose any sense
From despair comes to the edge,-
The catcher will stand on this bridge...
And he will save you...I promise...