We are driving through the night,
Testifying, dark in every way.
Say to me your causes tonight
And tomorrow it begins another day.
Red line on the white dress
Tears from eyes prevent to confess.
There are moments of life to start with
to live and to live with a release.
We are driving throght the wind,
We are lonely and close,
Quikly rushing throght the field
I hurt myself your sniny rose.
Red line on the white dress
Tears from eyes prevent to confess.
There are moments of life to love blindy,
In this feelings we are tidy.
We are driving through the life,
Oh, God, this dangerous speed!
Our car is rushing tonight,
We are involved in the grief.
Red line on the white dress
Tears from eyes prevent to confess.
There are moments of life to start with
to live and to live with a release.
Red line on the white dress
© Copyright: Дарья Дюжакова, 2013
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