Larisa Rubalskaya. (№ 123588)

Honey, pick up the phone,
A female voice, she must.
It is a pity that she don't know the laws -
Not to call you if the house wife.
You're confused, my dear, upset,
Hide in the smoke the expression of the eyes.
What we have in this story three
I understand, believe me, not now.
But do not hope, dear,
I'll give you another.
I twenty times you will be forgiven
And twenty times to come.
I'm twenty times you lied,
Tomorrow things will gather,
And twenty times, and twenty times
Everything will be again like that.