The privilege of you, does not mean here I am not, I dont have the safa Patience and purity, red red The blue sea does not polish
pure gold of the day until you come to spring Burnt Desert I love you I have no chesty cloud Let me
I have no one I except for you In this bustle of the earth Hope is my last all my enthusiasm and Passionate look Dont ask why my eyes are My hand, I do not Red The Blue Sea is not polished
Pure Gold of the day Come to spring My Cold Desert, Without You, I love you Cloud of the Soviet Union I have no noise I dont have a burning Come on, I dont have you Crying Put on your shoulder
I dont have any noise Come on to put your head on your shoulder
I have no noise I have no burns Come on to your head
