Merry Street - Last Song | Текст песни

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• Merry Street
• Last Song

She doesn't know about my feelings,
And seldom answers my letters,
You favorite colors - pink and black,
But it's not feelings to me.

I love you for your coldness to me (to me),
And I hate myself for it (myself for it),
It's my cry from the heart,
Which she does not hear.

I love you for your coldness to me (to me),
And I hate myself for it (myself for it),
It's my cry from the heart,
Which she does not hear (and I can not exist).

And I don't know why she's silenced,
She doesn't know why I love her,
I'm dying from your silence,
And all my thought are about her.

I love you for your coldness to me (to me),
And I hate myself for it (myself for it),
It's my cry from the heart,
Which she does not hear (and I can not exist).

I love you for your coldness to me (to me),
And I hate myself for it (myself for it),
It's my cry from the heart,
Which she does not hear (and I can not exist).

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