Troubles seem so small and minute,
As if nothing has ever happened.
So, I’ll take out my lovely flute,
Ring the tunes, singing that I’m happy.
If some day I suddenly recall
That you were here and I cherished
Every word of yours and phone call,
Before all we had merely perished,
I will once again rise up high
Face the world as it is with no sadness
And enjoy the sunlight and clear sky,
Leave you behind like evanescent madness.
Troubles seem small
© Copyright: Рустам Абдул-Алиев, 2013
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На русском оно как-то приятней, родней))
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