Days of Luck
Cupids flutter in the sky.
You are young and I’m too old –
Let’s hope love will never die.
We hold hands and walk in silence,
Birds sing gaily in the trees.
God will show us his kindness
If we beg him “Help us, please!”
But my days of luck are numbered
Pretty soon you’ll leave for Spain.
Should I fight for love? – I doubt it
My heart’s no foreigner to pain.
Fly away to Land of Promise,
You will start your life anew.
Flame of passion hasn’t burnt us –
I will stay here feeling blue …
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Вut don't be sad.
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