I stand before the glass of wine.
It's raining outside ... And it's contagious!
It's lonely ... Damn winter!
And the cup beside me is empty ...
And I'm gonna get the phone ...
(As soon as you catch it and you are ... so far!
Oh, Lord! Are you tearing?
Drink it!) What I care!
This is already a third glass!
And it becomes difficult to breathe
by the lack ... I'm getting scared!
Should I call? Will I write?
(Ooh, you call, you will be ridiculous!
Drink your wine and lie down!
It was a mistake. Huge mistake!
Not looking for it! Does not fit you ...
It will be a foul! Unacceptable!)
Okay, I wipe my tears ...
It's raining outside ... Cursed winter!
But the wine sparkled in the eyes!
Goodbye and Kisses ...