Счастье не приходит. Приходит умение его видеть.
And on the go
I lost my soul
To some forgotten dream.
And how was I supposed to know
It wasn't what it seemed...
And even though the last to low
Has left me on the floor
I don't believe in Romeos or heroes anymore...
(с) Life got cold


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