Aye, give me back my heart, I'm tired of love,
No wishes anymore, no late excitement,
The years have passed, my soul is now dry
No joy of life that youth so rashly shared.
The future's dark; it promises me pain,
And lessons of disdain, and further sorrows.
I couldn't answer blames, however hurt,
My sheer luck - the only explanation.
It was mistake to let the heart to choose,
This cannot be reversed or improved;
It shouldn't be so - yet now it's a fact,
All words are nothing, ever late and useless.
The water in my eyes... Give back my heart!
Then yours will too be given back, I promise.
Aye, give me back my heart
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2007
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