Last month i wanted to make a present for my mother's birthday. i got up early in the morning and quietly went outside. i came to the bus stop to wait for the bus that would take me to the market. when's the bus came i didn't notice what number was written on it. so the bus took me to another part of the city where i have never been. i came out of the bus and looked around. there wasn't anybody nearby. suddenly a little group of young boys came up to me. they asked me if i had any money in my pocket. i said «no» but they didn't believe me. two of them were holding my hands and third one was checking my pockets. they took all my money and ran away. i was very afraid and didn't shout. i understood that i should go back home. but i didn't know how to do it without money. i went to the opposite side of the road and found a bus stop. i was going to wait for the bus but i didn't know how to pay for it. when the bus came and i got into it i explained the driver what happened to me. he felt pity and allowed to go for free. i picked some flowers in neighboring garden and presented it to my mom. luckily she didn’t ever know what an adventure happened to me.
It is my happiness and sorrow, he is my tenderness and pain. I'm his charm, salt and flesh. He writes of desire, everything would have to overcome a. According centimeters farewell Merimee night. Where are you my guardian angel where common sense in your head? He twisted my audience, my vampire. He's already a winner in the contest "Russian Cumir". Frustrated critic, my world. Chorus: It is stronger than me, stop time. It is not I, but the body groans, screams. He did not regret destroys molds. Devil's eyes and whispering dreams randomly. It is not my adventure, won - a genius strategist. Confuse so frankly, I had priority. To what actions are true, hands-off, I'll scream. How can a it sure as I'm breathing. Where is his conscience where loyalty where common sense in your head? He twisted my audience, my vampire. He's already a winner in the contest "Russian Cumir". Frustrated critic, my world. Chorus: 3 times It is stronger than me, stop time. It is not I, but the body groans, screams. He did not regret destroys molds. Devil's eyes and whispering dreams randomly.
