Demetra - Минуты медленно исчезают перед концом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

He sat next to her on the sofa and forced her to put her head on his knees.

Recently, Reborn has recently strained these terrible bruises under the eyes from terrible lack of sleep. No matter how she tried to hide them behind a layer of powder and foundation, he could see everything. She was not an open book for him, no. She was in his palm for him. A pre -well -known solid rebus. And if Tsuna could spend one of her keepers, then not Reborn.

- Sleep, - not a request - an order said in a soft tone. They never treat your beloved girl like a student or a friend.

- I can't. You know, it seems to me that I forgot how to sleep, ”muttered Lady Wongola and got comfortable on Reborn's knees. Do not hide that she was pleased with such attention.

- So you will learn again. It is impossible not to learn from me, - the man fun laughed in fun, a little tiredly. “Otherwise, I am a nickel tutor,” Arkobaline broadcasted the Savadu through his hair, as if talking with himself.

The war always comes unnoticed, covering huge territories with its endless wings. Her breathing is the breath of death.

Her claws tease the hearts, leaving no span.

Her eyes ... eyes look with some foggy satisfaction.

You can’t sleep in the war. Especially in the mafia.

A pistol under the pillow - for all Wongola it became a habit.

Although the gun may not save ...

Tsuna has not slept for a long time. Reborn too.

Nights without sleep, sides on the side with each other in search of peaceful permission. Apparently, they forgot that not a single altar of war was flooded with blood.

Love gives hope.

Love makes you believe, even when this faith is not left.

Love illuminates the life path. Even if he has long been mired in darkness, lies.

Even though the souls of these people floundering in the puddles of the blood of the people they killed.

This is a bright mafia. They kill one to save three thousand.

Although ... what are they talking about? There is no bright mafia. In their life, nothing bright is left. These pieces of light realities have long been fragmented into dust and put down in the non -existent wind destinies. Everything is bright and bright ephemeral for them.

Reborn leaned over and touched her slightly ruddy cheek, capturing a weightless kiss. He would frankly like them to live forever. He would have more chances to test all those moments of the world again and again. That's just life plays the fate of people. First, he is chilled and cherished, and then accidentally breaks them and gradually forgets them. Who needs broken toys?

Life is the same child who is simply not interesting to exist without dolls and puppets.

Reborn wants such moments to not end. So that the arrows on the clock stop. So that at least something in this universe goes wrong.

The man took off his jacket and, covering his future wife to them, pressed her to him.

I would never like to let go.

Reborn takes out cigars and, slightly reflecting, closes the pack and throws them at the coffee table. Tsuna does not like when he smokes. Especially when smokes with her.

Looking at her, Reborn became convinced that the tenth princess was sleeping. She was too tired to be cheerful for another day.

You need to enjoy the moment while there is an opportunity. After all, very soon it will not become.

Your heart is the only place that I can call the house.

Will I be able to return?