I stay silent
behind a water line
tonight I'm just
all the water to cry for you
I remain silent
and all the words fit
I almost always say more
when I do not tell you anything
With a look
that everything says without a word
I leave the story where there are no fairies
knowing that we have little tomorrow
I hope tomorrow
Seeing life as it happens
because it depends on the glass with which you look
but more the song with which you danced ...
Life is to dance it, life is to enjoy
and if you fill her with grief, it does not help you
of na, full goes, ah? goes
I'm stranded and it's in the middle of the wreck
when I begin to realize
that there are things about love
that are learned with storm
I wash my face
and I face him in the morning
because it depends on the glass with which you look
but more the song with which you danced ...
And it's that life is to dance it, life is to enjoy
and if you are filled with grief, it does not help you
And if life is so pretty
I tell you seriously
I'm not going to water her for you
and with the water of crying I stay to dance
I watch her dance
I neither buy it nor sell it
I will not give it away
I stay to dance
I watch her dance
and it gets so pretty and does not get colored
and I'm not going to water you
and with the water of crying ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)