She’s almost very ordinary girl,
She walks along as if she doesn’t care,
And every moment he’s in love with her
Her laughter’s like a thousand silver bells.
He likes the little changes in her tone,
Her smile grips his heart and draws him near,
Arousing hope, although there should be none,
In whispers of the words he’ll never hear.
At last he breaks and smiles in return
Pretending not to care, it’s all a game
But every time she waves good-bye and turns
To see her go, it hurts him all the same.
He doesn’t think her beautiful, and yet
She overshadows, others in his mind
And everywhere he sees her silhouette,
She walks with him throughout and inside
He finally resolves to let it go,
It’s pointless to sustain these empty spells;
But every night in dreams goes on and on,
Her laughter like a thousand silver bells.
Thousand silver bells
© Copyright: Даниил Яник, 2006
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