You dream so evenly breathe Touch, and you will not hear Went so many times, not returning I will write a hand on glasses You know me in subwindows Your answer in my eyes trying to find
Gently, gently, tears zataya The old, the old is still my Gently, gently, touch a hand The old, old forever with me
City slap in the face shroud I shut my eyes in response Endlessly without you minute flow Ease in the wind south Wake up call is not necessary And forget all your routes
Gently, gently, tears zataya The old, the old is still my Gently, gently, touch a hand The old, old forever with me
Gently, gently, tears zataya The old, the old is still my Gently, gently, touch a hand The old, old forever with me