Well, press, a pistol in the purpose!
What you stand?
Manual shiver?
I'm for you ready to be the purpose,
And you, having inclined a head you are silent.
Your silence will destroy,
Tell though something,
Dont be silent,
The prayer is necessary for my soul,
And you want, simply shout.
Lips in blood,
My insult is more and more strong,
My unconditional love,
And, you love me not in forces.
Theatre is finished,
And we Finished all ,
We were Good actors,
And, I get used to a pain,
But, in this interval,
Forgot everything in the world,
When you kissed me,
I am fall in love