Do you think that this is not a dream,
I believe that this is not true,
The world around us shroud - hung
And overtakes hourly.
Veil, as in the winter cold,
Snow, wind rips off roads
You're in the same place, at the crossroads
I'm in the other - this is my time.
With your arms hanging beautiful haircut
Of dark hair, gray hairs,
Throw you a look I'm looking back,
You stand like a shadow - from winter to spring.
Summer comes you get up again,
'll Be cheerful and happy,
Can all dream
Can and clarity,
Clarity of what you're about to come.
Where are you?
© Copyright: Алексей Хряпа, 2014
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