You're sitting alone
in a long corridor.
You don't want to go home,
you won't open the door.
But the crying won't help
if you want to hell,
and nobody will tell
that your boyfrend feels well...
He has left you apart,
he was nice and so smart.
And he said that he loved
but this love was his craft.
But the crying won't help
if you want to hell,
and nobody will tell
that your boyfrend feels well...
When he said he didn't love,
you was standing in the crowd...
And crying...
But the crying won't help...
Parting расстaвание
© Copyright: Марина Медюшко, 2009
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