The foreign stars above my head,
The foreign tide murmurs below.
My sorrows have been left abroad,
The knot has cut: an easy treatment.
I bring with me my cracked heart
It broke a little and now recovers
It's getting pure via pain
And leaves no wishes but the only:
To keep in shape, in proper balance,
Being pure, to remain in faith.
The foreign stars above my head
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2007
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