Singer: Loc-Dog. Page 3

Life is simpler than you think and often gives a puff.

Crying harsh the killer, realizing
Where was the happy poverty.

So sorry, but we have less than feelings...
As we got older... Better omit the details...

And no one is to blame, that one burns any fire.

Thank you, despite the pain
I'm also not an angel
And good brought you a little
But I loved you is the truth.

Let him be cleansed of all your yards,
From familiarity, from thieves and hucksters
For the kids, for just games,
And we will come back again,
To more we can't wait to live...

My eyes is poison, my love is hell
Sorry, I am and no turning back.
I know hurt, hurt and sick
to be thrown, because you are so good.
But do not be afraid to love and to hide the heart under the bolt,
And to replace me will come true love.

With me will never be the same.

We with you will draw a perfect world in which we ourselves are not perfect...

I want my funny fire
Burned your problem that to solve this you.

No more, let me go, please.
All the words that were like salt on the wound mercilessly.
I'm not offended, just long to remember all your touch...
Gentle face palm.

And we flew, twisted a foot pedal,
And we wanted, we never learned
By phone, tried to change the inevitable
Was working nervously on the keys, discussing the former...

Miss you like misses the dog, like thickened air,
And you casual free SIP,
Like phosphorus point polar night,
Where even the stars all swam pitch dark.

Music is the soul,
Two ears under the white hat fit snugly to the ears...