Retro music sounds so quietly ...
Quiet chords or keys, don't know ...
But intuition so foully silent
Slipping with fog on the steep edge in snow.
The melody of useless empty memories
Lost in the heart like false hurting needle,
And something whispers my subconscious
But not to understand, no chasm, no fetal...
So sad and lonely drop of rain
Runs down the glass amid the layer of the dust.
Winks summer slowly leaving-just,
The days of heat at heart now like cold train.
And comes the day - the verges will light up
Will flood with dawn all desires as big bells.
Without being born, the hurricane will sleep,
Just listening to all the silent Spells ...
Quiet chords, English version
© Copyright: Алина Котлев, 2013
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