Beloved
You won`t be final love for me
But it can be pure craft
Unknown and awaited man
Abrupt like Russian spring
What hue of eyes shall you watch
The world inside of me?
Sweetheart and me,
We fell in love so much
With somebody
Who paint the pain
Who change our portrait`s hatch
You know like me
The pain can build us up
Your walk, your talk show all the stings
You`ve ever tried to wrap
Two canvas
We`ll meet one day to paint each other’s face
And even if you won`t be final love
Your lines will take important place
Партизанская. Two canvas
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