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Passions are raging, blood is boiling,

I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, I’m a dear girl,

My love is probably still sleeping

She yawns, stretches herself up.

And may not I warm you in the morning,

You will not tell me your sorrows

I love you like my own sister

Let’s just communicate as in the beginning.

How can you not love such a beauty?

You have always charmed me,

Stay with me, please, do not need someone else’s,

And the hairstyle, look and outfit delights everyone.

Or maybe you will remember me for a moment?

Suddenly your heart will miss without love

Excuse me for disturbing me, by chance I appeared,

I’ll come to you right away, you just call me.

You don’t trust anyone, I understand you

Too much pain, worries and grievances

You always drown from human attention,

Your mobile constantly vibrates and rings.

Dap was anger, envy, misunderstanding,

We were not talking a couple, you are just different,

I was too persistent, I have no excuse

Illuminated my life, I was wrong, wandering in the gloom.

Let go of you, fly my dear dear,

The heart no longer hurts, does not ache, dying,

This is what it is: love-wicked, earthly,

It burns constantly, like ice water in winter.