Стихи - Сладких снов - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

This time was not a mistake - the move is logical, if not to twist. Those who love are the first to leave, so as not to be sad in the future, do not wander the road of the past, do not count on repetition ... so that there is no "I am abandoned", "life is finished" ...

Busting. She was late for a couple of rays, therefore poetry - you. It may turn out that this is for a better about a dozen years. In the meantime, a breakdown of the message, like a point-tyre-punctier ... Our frequent [not] dates and a dream is not like a dream. "How are you? - Is everything in order, it seems. - How is work? - Now the blockage" ... Hey, artist! Again it does not fit! What did you pond you there? Why are our fates lubricated and intertwined on canvas? You see - we are very different. Both have love, bed, dreams that will be forgotten again, those dreams that come again ... Even if they do not come true - where did you see love here?! She would simply not be allowed to grow, you see that we are friends! He is silent, wipe his brushes, grinks to himself.

This time was not a mistake. And thank you for everything. Maybe it in the battle with troubles as before will save me. Maybe one day it will come true that again we will not have enough words ... Maybe everything will be forgotten like a dream. Don't make a guess. Sweet Dreams.