I count the falling tears,
They never stop to fall.
Seems like for thousand years
I'm waiting for your call.
It seems – in every place
I hear your voice again,
Again I see your face –
Again I feel the pain.
And now my dirge is sung,
My burial rite is read.
Bell of my life has rung
And love of mine lies dead.
The Love Is Dead
© Copyright: Артур Тухикян, 2004
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