September (BG)
This night the sky will not become lighter
September sweet, morning need to wait till morning.
He drinks, but hardly he has more mirth
He doesn't want mirth, he wants wine,
In order to else just a little set
aside the word "time"
September – holiday, which is always with you
September sweet as cigarette smoke
Each has his own method, and I know your:
Another's breath on someone's shoulder,
When it was yours.
Be one, if you want to be young...
One!
All down, today we'll be celebrate the night
September sweet. To celebrate the
night without end
White table, black tea, a purple wine
I knew him who knew her,
But I don't remember his face
To celebrate the night without end...
My labor – celebrate the night without end
Day and night – celebrate the night without end
"Арокс" – celebrate
the night without end
Always – celebrate the night without end
It's "Right"
– celebrate the night without end
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