With me every step of the way,
Steps together,
Quietly and gently,
How miss.
When love is everlasting,
If your target is corrupt,
It becomes heavy, helpless,
Timeless, uninterrupted
Missing day and night...
Sometimes on the road,
Measuring with distances,
The size of the longing,
Where you are not,
Wandering around without a name,
Longing for plunging,
Missing the street-street...
When the road is not a solution,
Paying attention to time
Finally, to see
Time is no different.
Missing five-to-five,
Missing three-to-three...
To hit the bottom,
Sometimes out of madness,
Take everything and risk,
From the street where you live,
Miss you late...
You know my memory,
It is terrible from eternity,
Maybe you remind,
The last day I saw you,
I wonder before Christ,
What century was it?!
It does not console my longing,
Deepest consolations,
So as not to offend you,
I chain myself
In the longing,
All the frames,
I've passed the seds,
I missed all kinds of...
Can you tell me
How else would you miss it?!
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