Рецензия на «Несовместимость» (Низа Булгакова)
He’s far away, he’ll never know And if he’ll know – anyway He will not understand your woe, He’ll not notice you in life way. He’s far away, and he can’t hear Your calls, your prayers – all in vain. You can call him «My lovely dear» – He’ll never feel your heartbreak pain. He is like evening, you’re like morning, Two different joys, two different dreams – ‘Cause he remembers autumn mourning, But you are happy from green spring... He doesn’t understand the reasons Of salty tears from your eyes. For him your dreaming and your feelings Are no more than rain from skies. He is so far, he will see never: Before the icon you will lean. And whisper of the rueful prayer – Her language’s so strange for him. Кирилл Ивницкий 10.03.2018 16:30 • Заявить о нарушении
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