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On white sheets
< Leah Altukhova
On white sheets instead of grass,
With the hope of return loss ...
I'll remember you this ...
We are sinners - we're both to blame
. We were intoxicated fresh summer herbs,
And the wind whispered to me your name.
Ironic night my self-deception,
But only his ever forward now.
I will return the city of my friends,
Cools the blood, hay disappear bitterness,
Increases freshness and silent fields,
Enthusiasm these days and this midnight.
A return to them in the night and you,
Leaving town crucified me.
On white sheets instead of grass,
With the hope of return loss ...
On white sheets instead of grass,
With the hope of return loss ...
I'll remember you this ...
We are sinners - we're both to blame
. We were intoxicated fresh summer herbs,
And the wind whispered to me your name.
Ironic night my self-deception,
But only his ever forward now.
I will return the city of my friends,
Cools the blood, hay disappear bitterness,
Increases freshness and silent fields,
Enthusiasm these days and this midnight.
A return to them in the night and you,
Leaving town crucified me.
On white sheets instead of grass,
With the hope of return loss ...
By the Olympics in Rio de Janeiro set the energy-efficient LED lighting
Why does one want to stay home, and I want to get away from another quickly