Rustles in the midnight hours
Pictures of the dates of ours
Bitter taste of my cigars
And a glass of wine
At the edge of bottomless
Thoughts and dreams are real mess
Now I see my selfishness
And mistake of mine
Still my life is going on
And there is a soundless moan
For that love I can't return
'cause I've been so wrong
I see through these endless years
In your eyes they're always near
And your lovely voice I hear
But the pain's too strong
Though it's always been in vain
Look into your eyes in a frame
Love for you was not a game
But the time has gone
If I had another chance
I would never missed the glance
That could lead to our romance
But the life goes on.
Rustles
© Copyright: Анатолий Зайцевский, 2009
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