нет. нет. нет. лучше спать пойти. скорее завтра наступит. потом послезавтра. и так неделя пройдет. а дальше вторая. забудется.

It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm
We can roll ourselves over 'cause we're uncomfortable
Oh well the devil makes us sin
But we like it when we're spinning in his grin

Love is like a sin my love
For the ones that feel it the most
Look at her with her eyes like a flame
She will love you like a fly and never love you again