The same is the reason
and to the lashes, and to the joy.
And no matter how long it has gone,
the Love returns again in the heart.
More often it hurts us than
to make us laugh;
But if ever the pain stops,
then it's near the station ...
And the train empty will play hoarse
and will make a dark gray.
But Lord sad will destroy constellations,
when part of Him is gone.
I do not want you and I to be the reason
for so many extinguished stars ...
To be part of their bright past,
be to me ... Now me!
Goodbye and Kisses ...