In the open door leaving
I'll sleep with you.
I'll go cold streets,
I'll drop your calls.
You'll fall into the abyss,
Will fill you with sorrow
And every " gloomy morning»
I'll go out the door.
I'll leave you alone.
With thoughts remains ready, with you themselves.
You're gonna think about all this.
And that remained one.
I will cry bitterly
and confused thoughts.
And every minute
I'll think about who you are.
And neck your hot
will make me warm
And your hands will warm
I'll go out the door again.
Your chaotic movements
You're gonna take my shoes off.
Put your arms around in bed.
And quietly fall asleep like a baby.
And the bitter tea that was steaming
Your smile and I
I will forget about time, about the house
I'd stay with you.
And then a moment of silence,
Or maybe resentment, or sadness
I'll walk out the door.
And again in them will enter.
