Was more or less well,
White Wine Eve songs
and laughed my
fucking liar sweet spring
remains of an erotic dream if
I wake up and suddenly you‘ve ido
you feel empty, I despair
as if love and not want doliera
I think you unintentionally.
Where now for lovers
again my fucking spring
I dream to fall in love if one spends hours
pass the damn light spring
I pass lightly hurt only me.
What you leave passage
a kiss is not going to kiss
an affection that does not sound sincere
one you want and do not love you
and though unwanted
I think unintentionally.
Where now for lovers
again my fucking spring
Whether that is enough love for one hours
pass the damn light spring
I just lightly pass my curses.
Let me love you as if you love live
and even if we do not want to think about my
Whether that is enough love for one hours
pass the damn light spring
light passes for you and me.