Last tanks in Paris. Broken love (№ 61392)

And the night will left in side.
Break hands ice started in the spring.
It's all useless when she leaves,
Exploding like a prison lived together for a year.
Look to the heavens to the pain clenching his keys.
And standing at the window pointless, shut up.
Leave the train from the blood and poems.
Let it be as it always broken love.