Текст песни Дина Джо - Быть может это чудо

what today
Tax on happiness
How was the new age
I honestly do not know
Who is the first to throw a stone into a living
Who does not see the tears that I cry

Perhaps it is a miracle
Love and be loved
Changing his mind
A feeling of thin as a thread

Perhaps it is a miracle
Stored under a shell heat
Leaving the last meal
As a children's eerie dream

Zavey yellow in the rays of perishable
pierces the air
precipitously
confuses the body
young erogenous
The soul of the universe gives me you