я пою только друзьям

они знают с ними общались в личке и пели стихи и на борту e2 и e3

Maybe we'll meet again
May be it will be our dawn
Can be afraid of a gentle word
There is no more sense
The answer is clear
With a light наждой, gentle voice
We call alive, spring
Something forget, give to the people
Our love rules the world one

We remember how the flying ships
We knew that бессмыслены doubt
We realized how close to the ground,
Where instead of happiness field battles
Why do we need a world without the most important words?
Carries us away from the centre of притяженья
You remember the labyrinths of our dreams

Voice is a lovely touch
I'm flying back to the clouds

фото брата из интерда да :)