It's so fine and warm in There,
It's so easy for me There;
And you call me There
Again...
May be, it wasn't me? Or it's just a dream,
Dream about my past life
When I didn't feel pain?
And I break my cruel fate,
And I come to you, my mate,
And I see your tender glance...
Our time has come -
Oh! it is too late...
We will die tomorrow
But we have a chance
That
We'll return in There
And stop shed our tears;
We will meet somewhere
After million years.
After million years
© Copyright: Иван Анохин, 2006
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