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