Моей любимой.
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If there is water, there is snow.
My love to you is now dying.
Along the sky white clouds flow.
And birds are in the bushes crying.
So many years between us passed.
Our love has turned by now to ashes.
We've fell in love too soon. Too fast.
I understand your tears on lashes.
Who is to be forever blamed,
No one of us will answer question.
But never I'll forget the day,
when you to me gave heart and passion.
Today we are not what we"ve been.
I am your snow. You are my water.
There is no lady, I have seen,
who ever made me feel as hotter...
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10 августа 2026 года.
Ливерпуль.
If there is water...
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