You can lie, you can hit
To be on distance of this shit,
To live with me, and take a little
Time to be insane.

Please trust in me, I am not fall,
I just running to the door
To close it quickly,
And save us out of rain.

And thanks for you,
That you exist, you like an angel
(am I priest?)
And I will search you after
2012 fallout.

Now I waiting to meet you,
Every second that I throughout
I want to say to you:
“Sweety, please, come out!”