My heart is cold, cold Autumn … (Lara Mishanova)

My heart is cold, cold Autumn zapoloshnye red,how could you when I petted?..Only the mark on the memory of the burned Gently to Him, very carefully only a narrow Trail-a narrow We are like two distant shores, His Lips delicious, delicious Speech, It okay-okay…Splashing in the eyes to blame on the chest Warms me amulet Latana soul perinatalnyj autumn Splendida,Sunny July highlights Draws rain intermittently line the Reigning autumn veget Cold my soul Salecaution fog on Prosecco Believe my heart, believe it is Hiding in the hands of autumn