Walking around,
Been lost in a crowd,
You know there's a thing that i've found.
It is like mooring...
In a foggy morning,
A beacon shining when it's storming.
A light close to me,
A song which I sing...
You Honey, You my little bee.
No words to explain,
No reason for shame,
No rules in a love story, love game.
Love game
© Copyright: Константин Городков, 2006
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