It is also translation from Bulgarian lyric


Miss you by AnnWood

Summer love, suppose the joke of your palms
Gathered and drew us so in a beautiful game.
Summer Love, a nice game I'm done with the first frost,
And it turns into a trace deep inside us.
 He left your train, the snow covered the ground,
But I'm getting more and more aware of how I miss you ...
I miss you, in the icy morning,
Miss you, and evening by the hearth.
You miss me, in the busy hours,
You miss me, in the smiled feasts ...
Let's love you, let's joke our palms
Gathered and drew us so in a beautiful game.
Summer Love, a nice game I'm done with the first frost,
And it turns into a trace deep inside us.
He left your train, the snow covered the ground,
But I'm getting more and more aware of how I miss you ...
I miss you, in the icy morning,
Miss you, and evening by the hearth.
You miss me, in the busy hours,
Miss you, in the smiled feasts ... you miss me ...




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Written on 2017-06-06 at 21:11

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