There was no chance to keep myself
Of thoughts of lightness and my sadness,
There was no chance for us to meet
There were a lot of subtle senses
There were much music, warmth and shine
And tea when I've got cold in summer
But I will keep for future time
That unbelievable sunrise
And I'll remember our songs,
A touch of light and clear glances,
We told goodbye in underground,
I keep that happiness in my hands
I will remember in my mind
That bus was lost in deeply forest
On our road from Petersburg
I will remember all your fondness.
And I'll remember screams of birds.
And something in my heart was deeper
For others' eyes, you're in my own
And now - thank you for all, my dear.
Thank you, my dear.
Thank you
© Copyright: Ната Котовская, 2015
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