I will no longer be cruel
Eyes do not burn without you
Yes, a minimum of words or sighs
And we will chop anchors
I dropped tears on his collarbones
Burning with a glance, and again dropped
Tenderness into bed
I dropped tenderness
With poisonous rose thorns your hands tore
Without fear of poison and people's judgments
No need for people's judgments
Be poison, poison
What a good guy
Like a drunken, drunk He
hugged a rose with thorns
A rose, a rose wanted to love him
But the essence of the threat - To
break thorns on the body
What a good guy
Like a drunk, drunk I
wanted to love him
In response, flew a bird
with eyelashes of my chat with you
a long time already inserted needles
, but I in another not
Ice and Fire in your veins
inflames passions simultaneously
stolen anything silence at nights
inflames passions
on his lips remained sweetness
Forbidden not necessary
It is a sad dance
You're my or anyone's
Only mine or nobody's