I don't pay attention
to the ones who never cared
find your own direction
cos there's sweetness in the air
You will be the world to me
and I will always be
dwelling in this happiness,
Your gift of purity
crying somewhere between moscow and petersburg
all in a sudden while chosing my next wistful track
so take my hands and we will pray
they won't take you away
No comments:
Post a Comment