I woke up the thought of you with a smile on his lips.
with the thought of something nice dressed in (av) I white.
Beautifully scattered hair, so I like you.
With what love reconciled for you, and you did not come back.
you do not love me anymore, you do not kiss me already.
you forgot me and love me.
Enough words concealed and kisses concealed,
no room for further wounds.
The makeup running down my face into thin strips tears.
and waste is cut hair, smiles and dreams.
And all white becomes black, burst into the room
lived with the illusion of happiness,
but it is not hot now not.