Singer: Mate

But don't take off the ring!

And pitches nicotine poison would absorb into itself.

And as long as the violent winds the boat on the rocks by the sea has carried -
The memory of the house was patched and sides replaced the paddle...

If the book publisher refuses,
The writer can be proud of.

The city half a century, but there is no my man.

I believe in people! What else can I do?

The losses were given to me for the experience
Which I will be sure to share
To give oneself to your eyes and fresh faces.
After all, there is nothing better than pure emotion and tears!
And I found myself in the depths
Which previously was not visible in a telescope.

I birth not come to pass not give, as you don't let me break

Quick life learn to appreciate those moments
That drop out at the age of only once.

Again an old movie. Dumb:
Hands running toward you under the dress, but I'm not to blame.
I guess I'm weak; I guess I'm weird
But you're with me the third night in a row.

Each of us lost ourselves,
Each of us was looking for an answer:
That was not done in vain;
What has been done, what is not...

We forget the cross, but remembered when falling from the bridge.

And everything that happens on Earth
Circulates in me, as the shelter of the volcano,
As my blood, like a wound that misses you.
It festers and hurts. And it's still not enough.

I'm missing a man in every man.
And the herd of commentators will tell you how I'm to blame,
You open your eyes and see the world
Not like them, sorry.