Е.Ваенга - Скучаю
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I do not have a character, but gunpowder
Dear look - this is also a reason
He took his hand, kissed his fingers, her ...
It was all the same
He took his hand, kissed his fingers, her ...
It was all the same

Something between us is left
Trifle, some kind of little
But I miss you like that
Not summer, not summer, I am not flying.
But I miss you so much
Not summer, not summer, I am not flying.

You took away my time
You wanted to stop the moment
He took his hand, kissed his fingers, her ...
It was all the same
He took his hand, kissed his fingers, her ...
It was all the same

Well, what is left between us
Trifle, some kind of little
But I miss you like that
Not summer, not summer, I am not flying.
But I miss you so much
Not summer, not summer, I am not flying.

I don't love you, I don't regret
Go away, go as soon as possible
Do not take your hand, do not kiss the fingers of the eooo
I care
Do not take your hand, do not kiss the fingers of the eooo
I care

Something between us is left
Trifle, some kind of little
But I miss you like that
Not summer, not summer, I am not flying.
But I miss you so much
Not summer, not summer, I am not flying.