A little affection, a little bit of tears
Love a bit of it are not serious,
Almost free, almost yours,
We are with you again draw.
The white keys to meet
To you..

Day - it is the same night, but I don't feel the heat,
Can you help me, for you so long I've waited for,
Became a black-and-white world after the death of two,
And love motive, note taking, died...

On wet puddles a delirium
But why is it so? Say, The Moon...
At the heart of the razor your game,
The finals of the open and I draw...
The white keys to meet
To you...

Day - it is the same night, but I don't feel the heat,
Can you help me, for you so long I've waited for,
Became a black-and-white world after the death of two,
And love motive, note taking, died...
And love motive, note taking, died...
And love motive, note taking, died..

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