Рецензия на «Спрячь меня» (Яна Щербина)
Cold rain’s making on dark glass his way, Please, hold me close, tell you won’t away. And dark is pouring like ink on grey wall, We are in lonely home – guy and girl. And clock are ticking – listen pulse and rain, Because just you can wash away my pain. You’ll understand me – only you can do, In your arms I can hide from dark and blue. Кирилл Ивницкий 09.05.2019 15:09 • Заявить о нарушении
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