Even a whisper is a scream of your roses - these are thorns, I feel in my hands
Reverse, a dry crying, so much badness - steep inclined plane
Nothing happened, it's only worse day
Nothing happened, it's usual worse day
Without double meaning - and here's no second bottom
Nothing happened, it's only worse day
Nothing happened, it's usual worse day
Without double meaning - and here's no second bottom
Sweetness of lips full of bitter facts of gray colours - thoughts are painting my day
Is it me? Or not, anymore? Whole plan - heap of falling leaves
Nothing happened, it's only worse day
Nothing happened, it's usual worse day
Without double meaning - and here's no second bottom
Nothing happened, it's only worse day
Nothing happened, it's usual worse day
Without double meaning - and here's no second bottom