sir march - мой желанный беглец.
текст песни

They learned to turn an hour with you per minute,
It doesn't matter what the weather
what is the display on the display
and having no specific route
we went,
And where - anyway.

I became the wind with you
He took off his weight
From the tired back
We are two non -those in Seattle:
though different,
But we remain equal

Talking about the past
remained in the day.
The sorrows flowed down with a flood
Leaving stains on a wet July land.

Thank you,
that the time stopped
Thank you for the smiles of hearts.
You have healed the most severe wounds
You, my desired fugitive.