You fly away

You fly away to another country

You leaving me for crazy money

It’s tragic day without you, lover

I hate you! It’s not humor or funny!

May be I’ll promise, may be I’ll wait,

I threw away your flowers

You’ll came to Russia in the next year,

I’m fond of you. My love is power.

And now I set in lonely room

You’re in my dreams I can do nothing

I’m eating only bubble-gum

And play on piano something.

I want forget, I take your photo

I pick up shoot. It’s very easy.

I try to close from you my heart

But I’m looking forward your visit.

Chores:

You call me every day

And send expensive gifts.

May be you’ll have a chance

It’s hard control the feels