Pühapäev, 30.detsember. Guilty of something

Leaves were falling, just like embers
In colors red and gold they set us on fire
Burning just like a moonbeam, in our eyes

I am guilty of something
I hope you never do because there is nothing
Sadder than losing yourself in love


Tibu.

Jah?

No ma ei tea. Ma olen juba päris jokkis, ja ma tahaks Sulle midagi kaunist ütelda.

Jah? ... See on muidugi armas. Tõesti.

Eksju.

Tead. Ma olen nii õnnelik.

Oehh. Ma ka.

Ehh. No tule siis siia.

Mhmh.