Song: Tenderness

The pale light of the moon through the tulle
Head, perhaps the rain...
Waiting for a call it in March, is expected in July
Empty kitchen, squeaky chairs...

The ice quietly melted, a slow circling dance,
Take me to the may
Or think of the name
You make me...

Your tenderness captivated me from the first minute,
Enveloped forever...

And only your hands I wasn't electrocuted...

I have long been sick of you
And never find peace...

I want comfort the soul of a sinner.
One pray - sing me a lullaby.
I tell all the birds to shut up
If only you were with me gentle,
As before.

I promise to keep the remnants of our former tender care.