Свадьба

A vulnerable was when loved
Now, do not care who, after embracing passion
Amnesty conscience and all the points in an urn
At the head of the mess and guilt for the actions

For yours, for all my poems
for the fact that I loved you nepretvorno
I will not say anything, his eyes blows fraud
Once I tear back and remove all the numbers

Do not believe in you, sad when one
Hundreds of tracks, and again there is a sad tune
You wait for me, do not you love me, love to
Only outside in June, and in the soul breathes in January

And in relations mess
In the eyes of thoughtlessness and your sweet goodbye
Then, often snatched from the fact that he loved
Now do not meet, it is better be alone.