This summer will dictate its own laws.

And while I'm choking on the taste of other people's lips,
And not with you, I'm flying through the wind,
And his every touch of the murderer,
Because dreams with you just wiped.
It was so easy when I didn't know you.
So easily, as if a few days ago.
When in spite of everything screaming:
I don't want to. I'm not drowning myself!But tone...
And a dream two a lot.
And I believe that soon everything will return
Your voice, that sounds like a holiday.
That only under him I fall asleep.
And while I'm choking on the taste of other people's lips,
And not with you, I'm flying through the wind,
And his every touch of the murderer,
Because dreams with you just wiped.
It was so easy when I didn't know you.
So easily, as if a few days ago.
When in spite of everything screaming:
I don't want to. I'm not drowning myself!
But tone... And a dream two a lot.
And I believe that soon everything will return
Your voice, that sounds like a holiday.
That only under him I fall asleep.
And Bradbury doesn't really know yet.,
What is really burn.
And none of us have a clue.,
How many degrees you need to give to him quietly Sarti.
Sadness rolls from those gray eyes
And water your cheeks.
So quiet, except for the nights
You won't notice how you forget the best years.
This summer will dictate its own laws.
And will dictate she - love!
I already spit on their canons,
Because it's my flying time.
I'm actually being critical.
And few ever leave.
At least his "love" that sounded so majestic,
And dreams of that more than once you will write.