замечательная же.
(Dear Bobbie, Do you remember when you were young and very pretty? I do. I remember pleated skirts, black and white saddle shoes. Do you remember dancing half the night? I do. I still think of you when we dance, although we can’t jitterbug as we did then.)
I'll be fine
‘Cause when I die, then I die loving you
It's alright, I'll be fine
When I die, then I die loving you
Loving you, loving you
