You never will become again to mine
Vladimir Gerun
You never will become again to mine
Also you will not embrace tenderly for shoulders,
You remember, in a grove the nightingale sang to us
And we with you walked this evening …
You remember, in a grove the nightingale sang to us
And we with you walked this evening …
Ah, as this night was mad
Also that with me you did in a lilac,
All fears departed in a trice away
And we with you fell in love, really …
All fears departed in a trice away
And we with you fell in love, really …
You were dragged from this all
And with greed me everywhere bit,
And all anything, but magic
From a pain in a moment where that vanished …
And all anything, but magic
From a pain in a moment where that vanished …
You never will become again to mine
© Copyright: Владимир Герун, 2009
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