Now here is only-only tea brew,
I'll call you to share dinner.
And I'll let you know that I want to grow old with you,
Not now, but thirty or forty years from now...
Men don't appreciate loyal women,
Such and to prove there is no reason,
That he's flawless, that he's flawless,
That he was the perfect man for her.
And now he forgets to call,
He doesn't remember where the flower shops are these days,
Still would-his same not accept,
Attention-why? And why are her gifts?
But a woman loves, and therefore properly
The beloved is waiting with trepidation every night,
But I don't think it will be a mystery to you now —
Men do not appreciate a loyal woman.
Yes, they get used to them, but there is no interest,
Alas, to the independent, it's infatuation,
Love men, but that there was no stress,
Please do not be their application.
Probably good to be someone's happiness,
When you are in his arms and in the arms of
Kisses on cheeks, lips and wrists
Funny, but your only half.
Probably good to be someone's Sun,
When you light touch of the palms,
When you give all the love to the Donets,
The only, who soul of you understood.
Probably good to be someone's best,
Let sometimes and angry and prickly,
But someone so to you not indifferent,
That in a moment will disperse from you all clouds.
Probably a good thing when your favorite
You the someone affectionately call,
When you know you're needed,
And he knows it, too.
When they go into silence,
Where there's no going back,
Sometimes a few minutes are enough
Understand - Oh my God, as we are to blame…
And photo-black-and-white movies.
Tired eyes – a familiar sight.
They have forgiven us long ago
For being too rarely around,
