The snow has covered the hill.
The lake has turned into ice,
But I can clearly see still
The sight of tender hazel eyes...
Some people say, that through the sight
We see the person's soul and will* -
But yours was blinding and bright,
Like paradise, like sea so still...
I felt like one, not like a half.
The heart was trembling, burning, beating,
And I was wondering to myself -
Has Fate itself arranged our meeting?
The sky is clear. The star is falling.
Eternity and cosmic darkness.
The phone is ringing, someone's calling,
But nothing takes away the sadness...
Answer me!
© Copyright: Одинокий Дух Спирта, 2006
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