Ask me if life is like being free,.
The pale youth.
My Russian Warrior,.
Your burning look is warmth over time.
We are both depressed.
Both are in sin.
We fall, say goodbye, half a day to look into barren waters -.
live half a day
Breathe into the night.
And there, from the twelfth floor,
To look at the sky, while time is far away,
And a peek is all.
Ischak Weims -
Circles and stars.
Ripples and scarf, ask me if I'm so free.
as it seems.
And the chains will rattle.
Will you listen, my sensitive,.
My big one.
How heavy is the burden of expectation.
- Ask me.
I will answer that I live in Dinara Karimova.