Well hello, I'm writing to you,
Say that the evening comes.
But not on the street, in the shower,
To say that I am different,
And that your February is in the courtyard;
That you do not embrace me,
Although I'm calling you to my place.
Still I write to say that the cold
I was tortured, but not yours.
In the street winter tea, city
Bogged down under the snow and rain.
I want to say more about the news,
After all, I did not write for a long time.
Your aunt's soon
Will come to us with you home.
I'm waiting for her for the second day,
I wait, only God knows.
And how much time will it cost,
I'll ask you later.
For a long time I did not write to you,
You write to me, do not forget.
I'm waiting for you home, I know,
That you will return will be May.
For a long time I did not write to you
© Copyright: Карина Виноградова Винга, 2017
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