Without regrets again looking back,
Without regrets I'm waiting for something.
I see a transparency of the pure lake,
Without regrets I hope for nothing.
Without regrets in collecting the splinter
I think many times about tomorrow.
Without regrets I meet every winter,
Without regrets I forget of my sorrow.
Tomorrow new day will knock in my door.
I open the windows without a fear.
Without regrets I'm telling my story,
Stretch me your palm and feel my sad tear...
Without regrets
© Copyright: Алина Котлев, 2012
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