| Lyrics: | She is made of silk,
She is funny illusion,
It is dear truth,
When I talk to her seriously
She tells me necessary things.
Everything pass,
Happiness in every way,
She is freer than
freedom,
She is comet without direction,
She is craziness,
She
is forbidden game,
She is,
Spark which closes me,
Her brain runs
away from reality,
There is no excuse because it's natural,
I love her,
Without anything but
It' is like that,
It is she and she goes
with me,
Because she had never conquised me,
Because of her I lost my
identity,
And her sincerity
Those are her manires.
She is a
butterfly,
She is Hawthorne and rose,
She is cut off diamond,
I
even adore her faults,
And without her body
I am dead man.
She
is,
Spark which closes me,
Her brain runs away from reality,
There is no exuce because it is natural,
I love her
Without
anything but
It is like that,
It is she and she goes with me,
Because she had never conquised me,
Because of her I lost my identity,
And her sincerity
Those are her manires |
