Singer: Sergey Lazarev

Asked: What

Are you silent or am I screaming?

Surrender! There is a draw in your war, and I ask you to come back.
I'm no longer your enemy. Surrender!

Who invented that love is the Golden arrow? Love can hurt if it hits but one.


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Wrong in this life many, but not everyone is willing to correct mistakes.

You want me to give you advice on how to be healthy and live long? Never to anyone or anything not present claims. Neither fate, nor God, nor past, nor to the people.

You gave me hands like two wings.
You and I have touched the sky.
In that moment, you are an angel were
And you always will be

Do you remember the nights of love, your love
Was the rain of shooting stars
Every moment of our meetings will cherish
In memory I as a reward
Let love roll hearts
Sounds to us like the last time
But how to believe in love the end
When she's in the us?

How am I supposed to understand? Than the pain relieve?
Crying soul is bitter poison.
In the heart of noiu How to live?
More than you not being here.
I remember the whisper of hot lips
And tenderness gentle hands.
I promise your back,
But only love can not.

Even if you leave, the entire emptiness of the worlds
Thoughts of you will fill.
You closed the heart door, leaving love.
Even if you leave, she is always with you.

Before any unpleasant event eager calls of warning. They start with a poor internal state. That is, first the problems start in the shower, and then in the body.

Beauty is born from love, not from ideals.

When one monk for 10 years continually molusi God for the gift of healing, got it and came to his elder, told about it last ordered to go and ask God to take this gift, and granted a vision of all his sins.

Tears are a lie,
As intermittent rain.