Singer: Chaif. Page 2

... I fly over Paris, touching the ceiling...

Kids, your mom again 17,
You just have to trust and understand then.

The rise of the. Need to force myself again to open my eyes
Yet in the dew, until he heard voices.

Time, of course, it's time to sweep this rubbish from the yard,
But there's already kids, and it is something to do with it...

By pouring a Cup of tea,
By the glass wine flows,
By this house for trains,
And life passes by, but we still...

Where we all have the strength,
Strong enough to endure all this shaking,
Strong enough to believe in all these tales,
Hate your house
And to return home.
Every night to die
And in the morning again as a living...

Pity all those who write poetry,
And all those who believe in love...

Say that here is born the light,
Say here except us no one else.
And I'll be true to you till the end
But I can see everything, close my eyes...

I can see everything, close my eyes,
Close not hand, and a black blindfold.
It will be easier to me a hundred times,
I'm trusting, so close my eyes.

And they want to cry, but the tears here are not in fashion.
To hell with emotional slush - it is necessary to keep the breed.

Time does not wait and does not let go.
And again, the mirror lying in the morning saying:
Today you're just a little out of shape,
But the lunch will be held...

Time presses, and we like happy
To hurt each other refined poison.
Out loud say that it is necessary and justified
Everyone will find a reason.

Time does not wait, something did not work,
Looking in your phone book.
Someone haven't heard
Here we put the cross
He will never come.

You have to it is a few words,
You have to it even, perhaps, love
You're waiting for the moment to give him all...