I thought you were my friends,
I thought you'd always be here...
After knowing each other
for so many years...
When my supposed friends have enough of me,
I come back to you...
She's a rebel,
She's a symbol...
Inside me grows joyful feelings,
Along with the tensions of loneliness...
Before camp I didn't have
A lot of friends...
A mother or a mom
makes a difference...
Good nights with good friends
no faking just freedom mixed with good...
You heightened my senses
by touching my soul...
You are my dear friend a present life has endowed...
My darling bunny
I love you so...
In the shadow of the Swallow's Nest,
the castle at the very tip of Crimea, skulks...