White Lily is a fragile flower.Marble profile on the surface of the turned.If you got it and be tough — it will Become now it is Lily black.If you change — don’t try for it.In the hands of top — light up the palm of your hand.Just for the moment she will be blednyy turn black in his hands, and drown. In the mirror or staring out the window,forget yourself say.Black I, black Lily for a long time,And you, as white, like. In the moonlit silence didn’t scream,Not darken you color fun.Lily black do not want to be,But turn into it like the potions.And the water in the shape of silent,White as chalk or as black as soot,you’ll be the black mark,If you’ll stop loving me one day. In the mirror or staring out the window,forget yourself say.Black I, black Lily for a long time,And you, as white, like.