lisa ginzburg and chris in the dress of the night your eyes.and how robbie changes drips if you take into your parents eyes life with you. you won't understand me, you're sweating, than to live without people the best season. brides can't be pissed off in our place. believe who you invent, who invented you. i want to be a tear in your parents, the eyes of life with you on your face to die, on your lips you will not understand putin where i don’t take it off completely, the dress of the room is across, i hear. chris me. enough. i'm waiting for all the same miracle, how much more you can torture yourself, i repeat my request, just in case. i want to be a tear in your parents eyes. when i drink, i have one song, however, i haven’t been drinking for a long time, but i’m sure everyone applauds who sings his songs in karaoke the room is dark, there is too much emptiness. it became superfluous that the wind outside the window, out of habit , drives the clouds, as if the sky will be a match and a day will come where you have not been. look into my eyes