Singer: Maxim Leonidov

Somewhere far away, flying trains,
Planes go astray.
If he leaves, it's forever,
So just don't let him go.
I'm a fairly young God,
And maybe I have no experience,
But, girl, I help you could
And shed on the life of your solar light.

Thin scar on the beloved Pope
Laceration in my heart.

The scar on the face of the decoration of the rude men
The scar on the priest - ornament delicate women.

She was like a Caravel on the waves of green
A cool shower after a hot day.

I brought him back from those countries
Where trampled in the sand pieces of a dream.
He walked through the forest, across the ocean,
Of course, he is lonely just like you.

I live now and silently and harmoniously,
But, in the evening avoiding the institution
I'm looking for in the crowd, her eyes greedily -
Whether girls, and whether vision.
You like her as a sister
But of course, it's not, unfortunately.
I go home, and let me have a dream
Whether the girl, and whether vision.

And still not in vain because God gave,
In the past you can't write a letter...

Any minute you do not,
At work, break nothing,
But you powdered your nose, out for lunch,
And at a table in a café, you'll meet him.

Learn French language
Learn to play the trumpet,
And live to the fullest every moment
So I wrote myself.