Song: Broken hearts

The intertwining of bodies in his ear sweet nonsense
Touch of lips and hands all night-the dawn
Another week of inactivity bouquet and going out the window
You'll call, but not the subscriber
I'm sorry, goodbye it's all over.

Do you remember how he took you, how gentle he was.
He was hot as a volcano... next? Then he cooled down.

To stop is not strong enough, and revenge is not enough evil
You try to shout "come Back!", but the wind tears to shreds the words
And you'd have to forgive him, having crossed through itself
It seems to stretch out a hand, but separates you from the cliff..

Principles, your words are empty
It's a game of love and what did you
Was the illusion of faith was, was love
Was only a photo
Nostalgia, tears... about him reminiscent of something...