Is it possible?
Yes, imagine it happens!
What was pain
Floats at night.
What remains?
Bruises and bumps
Listen, I don't need to!
Bitter rugs!
What to do with pain?
Oh, she'll be back!
Will rush with memory
Only love will awaken!
Swimming, walking
Didn't notice you
Your glances burn
It hurts here and there!
I know what will happen
Just go under the arches!
Jealousy, screaming, rudeness,
And the prohibition of freedom.
gypsy grandmother,
Rules my blood
Yes, I'm an impostor
You are a vessel with love!
I entered without knocking
Happiness was not looking
I knew there would be pain!
Everything else, I knew!
I made the wrong house
Yes, love happens!
To the shores of the familiar
Let the pain float away!
In the ocean of passion
You are not an important fisherman,
O! You suit me!
O! Yes, you are brave!
Eat your own rugs
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