We will certainly meet someday
Without any harbinger
So much happens too much
It seems to lose sight of us
Hurry up! Before the magic spelled out by us
There are things we have to tell
I will wear it in your dress I bought this summer
In a poor step
I am scared of being too free too much
Gently strangle the neck
Hurry up! Before the curse that we've hooked is broken
There are things I have to tell
Hurry up! Before thе magic spelled out by us
Therе are things I have to tell