- Привет.
- Привет, сто лет тебя не слышала!
- Всего-то пару дней.
- Пара дней, как сто лет...
- Не преувеличивай.
Without you all hours are lengthened,
A few days are centuries, truly.
Although you abandoned me cruelly,
One phone call my fainting hope strengthened.
I'm going to bed with your image,
I'm dreaming - and your voice is here,
For that I would sleep for a year,
Avoiding nightmares and scrimmage.
You've given my feelings the bridle,
Deny it or not - we are bound:
Your name is my favourite sound,
Your sweet voice is now my idol.
My faith in you 's whiter than cloud,
I'll need all my courage and wisdom
To win your affection. From this day
My passionate love is red-coloured.
Love
© Copyright: Юлия Азорова, 2015
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