Розовый снег, нет, не во сне - Ты по нему ходишь - хочу к тебе

Pink snow, no, not in a dream - You walk on it - I want to see you.













And I, too, in the spring, only Siberia
In the dream has, and my cherry
Do not live, it is made ​​of plastic ...
I remember the other - also live,
That under the Mont-Blanc grew.
East - West - not my lesson.
West beckons, and the East is fascinating ...