I'm almost ready to do it,
But it's always so hard to let go.
She is my white rose to ruin,
But how to do it I don't know.
For sure, it is much more painful,
Wind whispers-good bye, farewell!
She is my red rose, so faithful,
It wasn't at all meant to be well, well, well, well.
Life's killing us all differEntly,
What's dead, we cannot resurrect.
Thorns on the rose aren't friendly,
And being life friendly-do not expect.
The fears keep on coming and coming,
I can't help the trembling to stop.
She is my rose, brights with sunny,
She'll die behind the flower window shop.
Meeting her heart's freezing down with ice,
She is my blue rose, my endeavor.
I can see nothing besides she's fine and nice,
And I will love her forever and ever.
I am almost ready to do it
© Copyright: Мурзин Алексей Николаевич, 2018
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