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Picnic - Romance
Don't tell me - no!
Don't tell me - no!
Because the rainbow of mine,
Its light is so unreliable.
And I still have to go,
Losing the bright trail,
And wait in silence again,
Don't tell me - no!
You are a trembling fire!
You are pure water!
Oh, God forbid!
Don't tell me - yes!
What if the ice in my chest,
Melts forever,
How can I cool down,
The mad years.
Don't blame all the light,
That the roses wither again,
Into that same bright color,
My blood will paint them.
You will see outside the window
A bouquet of these roses,
Don't rush to my home,
I'm not there anymore.
P.S. We're waiting for Cash with a song by Splean=)))
Если кто-то тебе противоречит, подумай: может, он не прав? (с)
Говорят, что рыжие не плачут, Говорят, душа у них - огонь. Если влюблены, то любят значит, Если ненавидят - их не тронь!
"Не заблуждайтесь. Рыжие - это зло! Знаете кто был рыжим? Иуда... Что сделал Иуда? Иисуса предал - вот что! Я говорю вслух то, о чем другие только думают. Рыжие опасны. И однажды ночью, когда вы будете спать в своих кроватках, рыжие придут за вами... Они придут за вами!!!" (с) Эрик Картман