Write out of one's own head of sorrows and suffering, doubt, suspicion and grief ...
Ochuhatsya at the bottom of a deep mystery at the very bottom - in despair, in the night.
I feel confused desire to start from scratch, all the throwing, fly
Somewhere in fate, but she did not
Wanted to move again to trouble ...
She resisted and screamed, she was biting me like a snake.
And there I was zeroing sting - let everyone get a bowl Sia ...
Hurry come up light at the end of the tunnel, to believe in the miracle of grace ...
Let in the head seven Fridays of the week on Sunday I will fly again ...