When the green of my eyes fades,
Then the memory of me will fade.
I will come to you in a dream more than once,
You will wait, dream about this dream!
When the bells stop ringing,
Then the memory of me will fall asleep,
My voice, wrapped in the fabric of dreams,
Will make you sigh about this dream during the day!
When the night falls again,
Naked, I will come to you in a dream!
Then ... But the dream will rush away immediately!
Then you will come to me in reality!
The green of my eyes
© Copyright: Ирина Мутовчийская, 2022
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