My poor heart, don't cry, oh please, don't cry
Don't pity me at moments of departure
Nobody's fault, no one is to be blamed
That keys of yours are given to those fingers.
Nobody's fault - my sorrows day by day,
Nobody's caprice - pain of the attachment,
Our tender friendship is the only light
To smooth the darkness of my lonesome fortune.
I beg you heart, do cease the pain of days
That are being spent too far from my beloved,
That are too empty, too unjustified...
Alas, you cannot cease; me neither.
I shouldn't complain for this unhappy love:
It's gift; it's treasure; it's a source of life.
My poor heart, don t cry
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2007
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