Let my life goes on the black … (Galina Belysheva)

Let my life goes on the black bar,But you can expect to find some positive.Waking up to run on the fallen dew,even in grass stremjatsja nettle. Mirrored sunglasses that the eyes are not give You.Smile dress up in lipstick with nacre.And soul for friends to open like a Temple,So everyone there was light and comfortable. Maybe a year, maybe a century From tears leave a salty life path As before, will fall, to fly to the land of snow soul He will save me, as the heart — ambulance.