Singer: KREC

Nothing extra in the backpack
And only the desire to rise above...

Barely breathing
I waited the hour
To say
How do you need.
To heart pressed:
"Don't go."

Come sail away for anchor buoys
There is the sky closer to us, gives heaven on earth.
Southern night and I clench my hand in your hand...
And somewhere in there, behind the times daughter
Manila sea smell of the wind. Isabella...
I remember salt on deserted beaches,
And I miss your eyes, bright...
Cherishing our memories.

Evening, beach, the smell of pine needles dizzy,
The sound of the surf, the wind shakes the old pine,
Will be up in the morning to smoke, look at the stars.

Let's go where the stones breathe
Where the sea licks the shore slowly,
Under the old palm trees, the sun is shining,
Blind in the eye and we'd fall asleep under the night sky.

Dreams, too, are divided into happiness...

Sleep under the sound of the wheels... Hey, mate, Wake up,
The conductor brought a Cup of tea, mutters something under his breath.
The white-haired old man, the old dog, ask if he has cigarettes.
In the hallway to blow, then think.
Today we have one goal with you - time to kill.

It is difficult to understand those who promised but never came.
Were other people, strangers left.

Your profile is filled with something tender and important. My world caught fire like paper!

The world is full of truths, but I couldn't find myself in other people's thoughts...

Love to hate - if only mutual.

We have people to stay, but we'll see if good day, words of pure, the view clear, and the voice sincere.

When summer will come, sadness will melt away
We will walk until the morning, until we get bored.

Tomorrow coffee with milk,
The ashes from tobacco
Rosenbaum, waltz Boston.