OF is Пустыня
Oh my love, my? Sister me
I count the days I count the hours
I would like to draw you in to? Used
The d? Serves my heart

Oh my love, your grain of voice
makes me happy? each step
Let me draw you in to? Used
the d? serves my heart

At night sometimes the nose? the window? be
I'm waiting and I sink
in d? used in my d? serves Voil?

Oh my love, my heart is heavy
I count the hours I count the days
I would like to draw you in to? used
the d? serves my heart

Oh my love, I'll pass
I d? Used? Area
I leave you, Voil? that's it

At night sometimes the nose? the window? be
I waited and dark
wind throw my sad ashes, Voil?

О, моя любовь, сестра моей души
Я считаю дни, считаю часы
Я хотела б рисовать тебя в пустыне
Пустыне моего сердца.

О, моя любовь, твой голосок
Делает счастливым каждый мой шаг
Позволь мне рисовать тебя в пустыне
Пустыне моего сердца.

Иногда в ночи, уткнувшись носом в окно,
Я жду тебя и пропадаю
в пустыне, в my desert, that is.

Oh, my love, my heart heavy
I think clock counting the days
I wanted to draw you used in the desert
The desert of my heart

Oh, my love, I miss the turn
I left the neighborhood
I leave you. That's - that's all.

Sometimes in the night, his nose buried in a window
I waited and I flee
Thou shalt scatter in the wind my sad ashes, that is.