But we had a dream
And it was meant to be
And we were kissing gods
Against all the odds
Now it's a crying shame
And it's a crying shame
You don't know who to blame
We'll never be the same
And it's a crying shame
And it was meant to be
And we were kissing gods
Against all the odds
Now it's a crying shame
And it's a crying shame
You don't know who to blame
We'll never be the same
And it's a crying shame
А в заключение дня Св.Валентина хочу сказать, что есть на свете по крайней мере один человек, от которого я хочу, стоя в белой рубашке, босиком на песке перед закатывающимся за тихое море красным солнцем, закрыв глаза и улыбаясь, получить пулю в висок.