I got my personal future
Don`t miss my past, it is usual
Well, wait new challenge and mountains
They look at me, higher hovers
Take bag and grab paper tickets
I still have some pretty secrets
I will leave everything around
My soul, tremendous bound
Days a speak about you
What i gonna do?
Too late
Waves is embrace for you
Look like morning dew
At sand
Your eyes abysmal two oceans
She was always antisocials
I`ll fly such higher and higher
There is a righteous fire
Don`t care about tomorrow
I take it off burning sorrow
Will wait again warmest summer
With you i feel under armour
Too late
© Copyright: Андрей Адяков, 2019
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