The trails snow covered | Anna Kosorenkova 

Along the paths, covered with snow,
There were meetings we have are hot.
Not go,
not go you for me, a good my,
In the window my knock.
And not I you, cute, left.
He decided to choose this.
No,
not me, I'm not you, babe, made
Kissing at a wedding with someone else.
I will not go to your outskirts:
My pride doesn't say that.
If the CE-,
if my heart calms down,
My friend is getting sick.
And the window is not closed, I shuttered,
Come smoke under the window.
A stranger to me-,
me maneuver misfortune to not need:
Enough for my age-his.