It's all in vain: your tender eyes,
Your caring hands… My heart is broken.
It’s all in vain. Oh Jesus Christ!
All main words are hardly spoken.
It's all in vain: all your attempts
To burn the woods of my dead feelings.
My soul is dark, there are no lamps.
You did the job – that cold-eye killing!
It’s all in vain! Why are you back?
We’ve played the game, you’ve got your prizes.
A dreary rain removed your track,
I razed your name from my devices.
It’s all in vain! You are too late!
The flame of love won’t burn again.
Alas, your love was just parade!
Please go away! It’s all in vain!
28 August 2019
It s all in vain
© Copyright: Юлия Набатова, 2019
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