Time flows and music plays,
I listen to the angry days,
I seat behind the window's glass
And hope they'll change,
And hope they'll pass.
I want to be with you in love
And hold in arms your velvet dove.
I want to be with you in hate
And drink the vine but I'm late.
You turned your face to me, I saw
Your arid tears on the floor.
My blood is frozen in my veins,
Without you I'm on the wane.
I want to be free
From this reality
But you fly in the sky
And I stay on the earth to die.
Let me free from thoughts of you,
The sun is shining, sky is blue.
I held the velvet dove in hands.
A have discovered loving lands.
Velvet dove
© Copyright: Андрей Николенко, 2004
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