Three habitual words among thousand mute others
you’ll say me them for sure
and it’ll be in such way – 2 planes to fly above
one is to the west, other is somewhere to the east
Chorus:
I love you, I love you so much
Destiny put us together not accidentally
I love you, I love you so much
tell me them again
three habitual words
2к.
the end of conversation! The hand is still in the hand
three habitual words are tree dots in the end
why is it so? Where is our first night?
that heady smell from words that you were whispering to me?