Standing on the shore and feel the salty smell of the wind that blows from the sea... And believe that thou art free, and life just began... And lips burns girlfriend a kiss, soaked with tears...
I was not at the sea... "Okay, don't keep! Never been in the sea?
Never, never was...
Already come knocking on heavens, накачались Tequila... Literally, conducted themselves in the last way... And you and the sea, not visited...
Not enough time, not out...