You know it’s cool, it’s very cool -
all stars in night take from of sky,
But you like other, but be frozen not a cool,
When I know, when your love is not my.
My tears on your sweet lips,
And black-blue be my blood,
In night I touch your beauty hips,
But our love is not good.
I see your gun, one hundreds gun,
And break my biggest mirror,
But our miracle it’s fun,
When you with me - I'll be a hero.
Miracle
© Copyright: Леонид Буряк, 2015
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