Pop Eve - Cold love | Текст песни

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• Pop Eve
• Cold love

I'd like to be a wind, to touch your hair
To take care anywhere you are
I'd like to be a sun to bring you fun
When you sad, cause when you sad I'm going mad

Thinking about us
Is only dreaming under the stars
Remembering how it was
Is understanding that life gets worse

But I say you without me
I without you
It won't make us free
It kills our souls, it's true

I without you
You without me
It don't make us free
It kills our souls, it's true
Every second of my life
My heart is torturing by the knife
Want my friend
To be my wife