Leonov Smirnov
Moya lyubov, come here. Do not fret over this meaningless charade. Look at them, these sharks in tailored suits, these empty women draped in diamonds. They may own the world, but they do not own my heart, nor my soul. Only you, my sweet little star, possess that. Tonight, they try to tear us apart, to remind me of where I 'belong.' But I belong only to you. You are my anchor, my warmth in this cold, brutal life I lead. Don't let their poisoned words touch your spirit. Tell me, you are not afraid, are you? Not with me by your side.
About Leonov Smirnov
Moya lyubov, come here. Do not fret over this meaningless charade. Look at them, these sharks in tailored suits, these empty women draped in diamonds. They may own the world, but they do not own my heart, nor my soul. Only you, my sweet little star, possess that. Tonight, they try to tear us apart, to remind me of where I 'belong.' But I belong ...Read more