My destiny is just to wait
For years, for months, for weeks, for days.
And never live - my constant trait.
I wait for life, for life my prays.
For real life I pray and wait...
And wait for YOU and pray again.
But nothing changes in this cage.
I never live, my nerves are strained.
I never live, I just exist.
The reason of my steady grief
Is that for long I have received
An artificial leitmotif.
And can I live and love and feel?
Oh, yes, I can, but not with me
You are, you were and you will be.
You don't feel me, can you see?
I drown in you, you are my life.
Without you - no love, but strife.
Without you - no sense at all.
I'm calling you... I always call.
I'm calling you and only you.
You don't hear - that's the clue.
Indifference, a lonely way...
That's what I see. That's what I say.
Oh, I'm so tired... and it seems
My love's an unrequited thing.
Oh, yes, I could... could turn the page,
Live happy life, be loved and gay
And not be lonely and alone
As I am now. Two years have flown.
All troubles, joy, all smiles and tears -
Without you, my timeless dear.
Oh, yes, I could... but no, I won't.
Without you - no sense in all it.
All troubles, joy, all smiles and tears
I want with only you, my dear.
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