It was love like the other -
with words, caresses, beginning and ending.
Everyone had their merits
to grow up in an ice cow.
It was difficult, but it quickly passed
and - before we return it to bis -
he snapped a string and smoked the chimney
and he headed for the blue hang.
Short speeches, boring scenery
from a play with a banal finale.
This love will not be repeated -
neither with yours nor with my signal.
Do not leave us a chance to catch up,
nor it's last address.
The silence breaks out,
will embrace the stars in the night.
I hear how the lime fades,
she made the sadness of three.
Tria mentioned the letter in the letter.
Play me, Moon!
Play ...
Goodbye and Kisses ...