That's all. The shutters are clogged
And the wind carries the traces.
Everything is faster from the old life,
The children fall behind and wave.
It's us, but we don't care
Yes, us left out of the house,
The boy waves so boldly
The girl is so familiar to me!
We're moving on and on
Separate, the traces no longer close!
But everything is waving, the boy is waving,
The girl is calling to come back!
Late.
We are gone
© Copyright: Ирина Мутовчийская, 2022
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