Арсен Красилов

I want you to pray, till I'm in the grave, till I'm out of late, dead, dead, very, till I'm in the care. You can't hear me, you can't hear me, so I'm going to do, cause it will always you. And if I'm turning blue, please don't save me, there's nothing left to lose, I love my baby. Words of a feather, we should be together, and I know I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone, can't change the weather, might not be forever, but if it's forever, it's even better.