Baby in my thirty
When ur 5 years daughter
Will stand by
The autumn will be thirsty
Like summer in July.
Baby on my roads
Two many lines and lies
The roads could whisper gently
About sea color eyes.
Oh baby it's November
In waltz of deep red vine
In 42 you never drunk
Just numb by twisted mind.
Yes baby I am lonely
In 24 ,day time
My talks in dreams will finish
Through night mare in your arms.