Forget that somewhere in the world are your husbands,
and my wife, and the bed where the dreams - the trade.
Today, the roads will be for you and me provided
away somewhere, never to return.
Maybe the two of us were born that way so that we go
you caress your hair and be gentle first
and after that a few other nice
sell for cheap and a modest honorarium of love tip blood.
never because of you I will not go to ask for rum,
not to write the best song the end of the glass.
Do not cry for me when you get back down the road.
not stretched ... I will not to mašem ....
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