Это перевод собственного стихотворения "Ну, кто же знал меня такой?"
Who's ever known me in grief?
Thorn — like in rage and …insecure..
Just you whose morning sweet repose
I violated at obscure.
No, being like this was far from aim,
I used to be so mild and tender,
But kicked by foot of rascal life
Collapsed in hell and dirty vender
Sold out merits piece by piece
And no way to win the virtue…
No trust in hands …Just NO belief
In friendly candaur so I hurt you…
In mindless agony bewailing
Was wasting time awaiting calls…
Deadline…That’s all… You’re not alone…
Accompanied by other girls…
LIFE tailored new by fate though close
Another bliss takes roots and shoots…
In lands so far…in winter haven
New love brought new delightful fruits…
Who s ever known me in grief...
© Copyright: Оксана Соловьева, 2010
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