Очередной выкидыш "типа пестня" но допиливать мне лень
нехай болтается до лучших времён, а вдруг?
TO FLY
My private angel starts counting to ten -
how many moments can I still pretend.
but he will not keep
just one step to deep
I know that I can't
To fly.
However if i can rely
on your invisible wings
and soar through the air
just for a couple of twinks
like poplar fluff in July.
To fly.
let's throw away the hateful lie
and then we’ll be very light
like withered maple leave.
you trust me and believe
that i am your ally.
let's fly.