Let in our fall of shades million
But each of us is not chosen by chance.
Some keep pleasure or moan,
Others are subject to unearthly secrets.
And every breath from the rainbow is decorated
In the outfit of wonderful color tones.
And every look is extremely important,
On the transition to the possession of dreams.
And there is still beyond perfection
The scale of shades of sensual heaven,
Thrilling from delirium to bliss,
And all of them are subject only to you.
