You love I, love –
I don't know...
I won't be with you,
Not forget...
And you love me, you don't.,-
Pigeons...
Whisper softly in your ear
Every night...
Of the two, one is the magic of love
Until the morning...
And in the morning peck on the cheek and on the job –
Concerns...
To come home in the evening
And fatigue
Leave behind the door
And eyes
Kiss you on the nose...
At least until now
You love I or love –
I don't know.
And every time I leave with you
To Paradise.