There is a tear in my eye,
The other one is fine.
If you don’t want my soul to cry,
Just, please, give me a sign:
A sign to stop, a sign to cope
And go away at once,
A sign to cut the binding rope
That’s trembling between us;
A sign of fate, a sign of hope,
A promise that you’ll keep -
That you’ll reach me across the globe
And that your love is deep.
There is a tear in my eye,
The other one is dry.
I’d rather have a little sign
Than leave my love to die.
A sign
© Copyright: Александра Сербай, 2017
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