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Chorus:

Please forget ... Tired, tears, all offenses

I am yours ... I consider the days to the meeting, and the rules of the calendar sheets.

Coupling 1.

We flew into heaven when we were bad.

Do you remember sighs? Do not care about the abyss.

There is no pride, it beats me when you're near, you are air for me.

I went a hundred times, and returned more.

After scandals, sex, spit for the past.

And you are jealous, and I'm sick of it.

We are together today, and I know for sure that you are alone for me, and we are all kneeling, only a bottle of wine, we will not be in peace.

Nights on the span, we are throughout the universe.

You and I, the stars in the sky, the very first thing that comes to mind, sharing everything equally between you and me, and to hell with all the quarrels.

If I leave, you say "to the soon".

We consider the days before the meeting, the sheets are all torn.

Chorus:

Please forget ... Tired, tears, all offenses

I am yours ... I consider the days to the meeting, and the rules of the calendar sheets.

Coupling 2:

And if you get tired, I just can silence.

Eyes in the eyes of the clock, uy my sadness.

I'm a little sorry. I did not know you before, in the soul we are children, but we have become older, time does not treat, without you I sled a liver.

I would give you roses, but pay nothing.

And every evening you are waiting for me at home, and I consider moments to the meeting as if you're something more than that, that is near, again, wine, laptop, do not tear away views.

We are good, however, we are not much drunk, we build plans, our calendar torn.

Chorus:

Tell me about your love, where only me and you, where we built our bridges.

Please forget ... Tired, tears, all offenses

I am yours ... I consider the days to the meeting, and the rules of the calendar sheets.