Your love is in my hands like smoke
You seem to be near, but always outside,
I want you to be forever young
I want people to always need you!
Stop! Hear, stop, please don't go!
I shout to you, but only the wind hears!
Is there darkness or light? What lies ahead for us?
The icicle falls, breaking through the space of the roof.
My love, what does it mean to you?
My soul screams in sweet pain!
Oh, the wind beats, pulling posters,
He won't let you get close!
You stand in the smoke, you stand in the alley of dreams,
Passers-by got their cell phones,
You told me about love ... not seriously?
I believe and I don't! What? Hardly
You said you love
© Copyright: Ирина Мутовчийская, 2023
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