Borya
Honey, oh Honey, each your tune
Is gentle, and sweet and funny
When will it end Our Honey Moon?
Will it end, Honey?
Ella
What is the use to inquire, my friend,
If the sun in the morning would rise.
Eventually everything comes to an end.
Mountains crumble and rivers bend,
But till then our love I will gently tend,
And drown in your green eyes.
When the time would come for us to part,
I don't wish to cry and be sad.
Though the pain of losing you surely would smart,
What we shared would still flow from heart to heart.
Every end is really a brand new start,
Or so wise old men have said.
But till then I would share all my being with you,
Every moment and every breath.
For many years or only a few,
In the blaze of colors of every hue,
So familiar by now and yet so new,
Love will flow defying death.
Ballad For A Harp
© Copyright: Элла Щербакова, 2015
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