My Lyre

Илленская
грамматика оставляет желать лучшего, но типа главное, что с душой, все дела

I hate the day you lie
I hate the way you die
For all the days together
Your love was like bad weather

I hate the day you came
I hate you say "your blame"
When you were on my side
I started live like blind

For all the days together
Your love was like bad weather
But no one in this mire
I did not love like you,
My Lyre