The suspended rope clock
the phone disconnected
on a table two glasses of wine
and in the night his hand went out.
a pink lus we imagine
We started by tasting the wine
with looking at everything we said
and at night his hand went out.
if I knew what I felt
I do not have a place where I did not walk in you.
kisses tenderness that splurges love how much madness
kisses tenderness that splurges of love how much madness
let not this night or this April moon end
to enter heaven it is not necessary to die
kisses tenderness that splurges of love how much madness
kisses tenderness that splurges of love how much madness
We squandered it did not matter at all the reserves of the springs
We seemed like two irrational people who were going to die tomorrow
chorus
Only among all we can make this a better place :)