Wind is touching
your lips an flying
across the sea.
Wind is smiling –
He brought from Cyprus
your kiss for me.
Sorrow’s sitting
Behind the window
I hear her cry.
I’m not scared
I know she’s here
To say “Good-bye!”
Night is telling
an Eastern story
about us
Frost is drawing
Some fortune-tellings
On window-glass.
Wind is touching
My lips and flying
across the sea.
Wind is smiling
He brought you tender
A kiss from me...
Cyprus Song
© Copyright: Марина Сураева, 2006
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