Ольга Роза
I'm a little dream
If I could be a boy
I would steal this rose
And I would offer all the prose
The first girlfriend
And in this little or almost nothing
I would say my love
My love
Look at the sun
Ending slowly
I'm a dream of an adult
My voice in the voice of the wind
Still in search of your face
And my verse in pieces
Just wanting your forgiveness
I get lost in your steps
And I find myself in the song
Love, I'm going to die
Looking for your love
Love, I'm going to die
Looking for your love
Love, I'm going to die
Looking for your love
Love, I'm going to die
Looking for your love
Love, I'm going to die
Looking for your love
Love, I'm going to die