It's cold around from me -
There's nothing here
To make my hands some warmer...
I just don't want to be...
My soul is ill and sear,
My dreams become like hammer...
Oh, please, somebody! Look at my eyes!..
I wate, that you'll say: "She smile... But she cries!"
If I die -
Please, forgive me...
If I survive -
Please, don't leave me...
If someone hears me, let me know that...
Be lonely in a crowd - it's terribly and hard...
If I die -
Please, forgive me...
If I survive -
Please, don't leave me...
If someone hears me...
© Copyright: Светланка Подиреча, 2009
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