I saw a crushing faithful love.
I was ashamed of being pure.
But all things that are worth to die
For them became a kind of humour...
I let my love to break out free:
No way to try to bring it back.
I sawed away my bough of tree.
You see: my soul begins to crack.
I heard one time my feelings' death --
Dark symphony -- they stopped to live.
And lost last drops of wish to breath,
'cause now my heart belongs to me.
I saw a crushing faithful love...
© Copyright: Кася Индюкова, 2009
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