There used to live a singer, poet,
Who fell in love with a girl and yet,
She liked to listen to a song,
Strollin` in the garden alone.
He dreamed up a melody, words,
And gave them her instead of the roses,
To tell her about his love,
To make her an oath in his love.
He gave his song, to the girl,
Who likin` strollin` alone,
As his love was so strong.
There’s never more beautiful song,
Heard the song,
She asked -«Couldn’t I be here alone?»
Then the girl went to the end of the World,
Her man might be the Lord,
Singer`d never loved so strong,
He stayed to live alone.
But in his life, there’s love and the song,
So, he migntn`t be ever alone.
If you’re hearin` a song,
And it isn’t the wrong,
May be this song,
of singer , who’s always livin` alone...
To her
© Copyright: Эдуард Афонин, 2006
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