«Waiting for the call it in March, waiting in the empty kitchen yuine ..., squeaky chair. In his hand panel, click, click channels-TV, where you been these days, where is your alibi? not a word about love more, because I am sick of you, and do not find the rest ... in an empty room - an echo, remember the laughter, I remember your tears, I remember those pictures ... the white magic of sleepless nights ... I painted the sky in you, as a star on the paper .. fell, and I drown in your eyes .. and the whole world for us two, waiting for breathing meetings to spin cocoon ... and only your hands I can not beat the current ... and then just use it gently .. whisper ... asked to repeat, but do not stop ... sorry .. I promise to keep, the remains of the old with you .. take care ... » (c) Krec - Assai ( Nezhnost' )