Льдинка англ

Leave the sadness for another to enjoy
She doesn't look good with you when you're around.
And uses a drunken obsession,
Barely touching with a hysterical look
Your step is wide, she doesn't have time.
Only a deep impulse slows down the soul
And the dirt is carefully and languidly picked up,
To blacken your different look …
Forget her, she's comical.
Her joy is harm, and sugar is like salt.
In her own way, she's a little bit tragic.,
Unfortunately, it only causes pain.
Sadness is difficult when it's not in the right mood.
It happens every time
And there's nowhere more clingy than a fly.
And there are no such devious eyes in anyone.
It's funny to me. No, honestly, no cheating.
I'm twenty-three, it's time to get smarter.
And avoid traps and traps
And cut through the net …