Слова

It's so fortunate that we won't feel the start We can roll ourselves over – it's not comfortable Oh well... the angels sing the same But we will like it Where we spinning on their grip? My love My love Love is like it seems My word is for the one Who will feel the most of staring at the sun On the waves that blow my mind Now I'm resting - sleeping tight Just as long as you are safe tonight My love My love
Writer(s): Igor Volkov Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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