You have declined my love –
That was a rash action!
I won’t cry, I am above,
I won’t bear humiliation.
I’m a child of a cold country
Somewhere far in the north,
Where summer is so diary
And it snows for all it worth,
Where polar bears wander
The streets and avenues –
That’s Russia, what wonder?
For everyone that’s no news!
My heady green eyes
Will be in the grip of frost
(just as far as in me lies),
Thought I love you to my cost.
My heart will be a piece of ice,
It’ll be beyond your power
To melt it – not at any price!
My glance will make you cower
I shall arouse your pity.
For your neglect of my love
You’ll feel alone in New-York city
Wishing me to be your “second half”.
But it will be too late,
You’ll never find the way back.
Once you’ve declined my love.
You see – it was a rash action,
It’s your turn to cry – I’m above
As I haven’t beard a humiliation.
A rash action
© Copyright: Индри, 2006
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