Monty - Она любила жить - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

mm .. times a knock, two knocks. Two lives .. Heart beats.

I said believed, I said waiting, the rain said it will be ... Return only. How many oceans are so many fish .. the most - most, so many girls hang out in solariums and saunas. And the carousel of all this was too twisted early, and maybe I do not have enough words like a young poet .. to describe in the vestles something or soul. But you relax, Vicknie and listen: she loved to live, just live and the point, for love could wait, observing the queue, not subpassing close, those who were looking for meaning. Who leaning to kiss her brushes ..

He was the same, too proud, too, the city in childhood was blown on the floor.

He loved to love .. I was afraid to be loved, I was afraid to destroy someone in this life. I'm ready to give away everything - the part of the most, in the evenings I wrote, about what I saw, about how he was kapped at him, and also rushed out of the years irretrievably. And these years left their stains, to be patient, you will soon become everything clear .. as it was, how it all twisted, as it jumped into the outlet, so that it hurt. So here .. she fell in love with him, he loved her .. He wrote his poems at night and gave her .. in his verses - ships walked in the clouds, cats in boots, dreams in the chests. She liked it insanely, she smiled, and his happy mountains drawn, painted the sky, drawing the sea, drawing and dreamed of thousands of his stories. After all, is it lava stories? "She asked she asked, and he pressed her without words to forget again in the explanation .. and they had to spit on all other faces. But so long could not last, and every bird sometimes you have to sit down. Early in the morning, she fainted on the street, and woke up in the hospital in the evening. Doctors said: Calls the heart .. - Here is such a gift Gate ducts in the envelope .. He is angry who is more than it is more expensive. The diagnosis of a month, two, less even maybe .. She does not know - everything is serious, Donar is needed, without Donara, do not live her .. The guy, think, well?! And he thought up, threw everything, disappeared, left, in her eyes, throwing Coupuchon forever. There was a week, one .. the second, then coma. The room was complete with the sympathy of her acquaintances, but no real help, it is difficult to look at the doomed duck. And here a present, on those heart transplant .. who was it? Who helped? How many versions were .. But the main life. is not it? Although the one who pretended to you is important. A year later, she lives, with another chirping and an anonymous letter came on this evening: Favorite, I didn't go, I will be with you forever, my heart is my heart .. point.

And on the hands of Mom, shakes daughter, crying recalling the handwriting .. very very, sitting by the window his poems reads, crying again .. crying. He remembers him.