With you down
Bokal wine in the ladies,
I think I am on the slope
By a short prostrate.
Bokal wine in the ladies,
I think I am on the slope
By a short prostrate.
With you down
I feel like a bitch
And you, to cause boredom,
In vatsapa - for the new "Mist".
With you down
You live, the last of the last day,
I would like to have a mate,
Take off high above the Lands.
With you falling down,
There is no peace on the day of bokala,
And life does not start at night,
Itself only - to cheat ...
With you drop down.
I'm a wounded bird
I need to be forgiven with you
So that life is not broken for me.
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And one more May, singing of birds,
A riot of life.
And another may -
He's like a cry into the void.
I try to forget
Every day is your name.
I'm trying to spill,
White light - in the dark.
You erased yourself long ago
Our memory and nights.
Why is it in me
Is the rage of pain burning?
This is stupid, pointless,
Rhymes and lines.
It's may dawn
This heart hurts.
Do not break each other,
Brutally, mindlessly.
After all, it is possible only once
Among the spring plains,
You look in your eyes
You will love madly.
But you will understand it later & nbsp ...
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A riot of life.
And another may -
He's like a cry into the void.
I try to forget
Every day is your name.
I'm trying to spill,
White light - in the dark.
You erased yourself long ago
Our memory and nights.
Why is it in me
Is the rage of pain burning?
This is stupid, pointless,
Rhymes and lines.
It's may dawn
This heart hurts.
Do not break each other,
Brutally, mindlessly.
After all, it is possible only once
Among the spring plains,
You look in your eyes
You will love madly.
But you will understand it later & nbsp ...
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I am dying to touch
From your hands,
And the body goes crazy.
I so want to see you...
I do not know how to tell you about it.
You give me the breath of Life.
This short moment,
Two hours of happiness ...
How is this possible? ...
Lose yourself only from touch -
And the smell of sandalwood, at your hands.
I cry I sing when you're around,
All this silently and my soul sings.
And every time - you leave ...
I just can not -
I need to tell you
About that I feel.
And let you go ... maybe.
It is better this way than ...
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From your hands,
And the body goes crazy.
I so want to see you...
I do not know how to tell you about it.
You give me the breath of Life.
This short moment,
Two hours of happiness ...
How is this possible? ...
Lose yourself only from touch -
And the smell of sandalwood, at your hands.
I cry I sing when you're around,
All this silently and my soul sings.
And every time - you leave ...
I just can not -
I need to tell you
About that I feel.
And let you go ... maybe.
It is better this way than ...
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My regards. And 10 from me.
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Thanks for the kind words. I am pleased to.
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