Under the June showers;
the roads seem even more distant when you are parting.
A few drops of tears;
And questions in my mind when your hands' let go of mine.
(Wish there was a way to say '', stay!'' to you...)
I am still where you'd left me;
(Exposed to the raindrops)
Face to face with my pride;
waiting for a tiny miracle...
To hell...!
Face to face with my pride;
waiting for a tiny miracle...
Ours is a fork of a road missed (and)
I now cry.
My Tears mingled with the raindrops;
lets perhaps it might all straighten up if I don't leave?*
How much I asked myself
'Tis my last word. From now onwards I am not in it!.
You've taken off and were gone;
have you covered up your wounds?
Have you (been able to) forgo(e)tten the past?
Have you erased all dreams at one whisk?
Behold! I'm here all on my own.
I watched you leaving; powerless.
Hushed; after you...
If I cry out; if I run and hold you by the arm... would I save us?
Or would the fantasy of you not slip away from my hands?
Would your body let go of me or, would it just gaze quietly at this ''noughting?''*
Would you leave without you coming to tears; without your lips tremble?
BLEAH! {None Turkic}. (Perhaps ''Bela?'' arb: trouble}
without coming to tears; without your lips tremble?
Ours is a fork of a road missed (and)
I now cry.
My Tears mingled with the raindrops;
lets perhaps it might all straighten up if I don't leave?*
How much I asked myself
'Tis my last word. From now onwards I am not in it!.
I was by your side at your harshest moment;
But; know that, it's not working out now.
It needed giving up; I know that now.
Stretching the journey isn't a solution if it's a closed path at the end.
Be you agreeing with it
Or you strongly disagree
We know who is right; don't we?
I was by your side at your harshest moment;
But; know that, it's not working out now.
It needed giving up; I know that now.
Stretching the journey isn't a solution if it's a closed path at the end.
Be you agreeing with it
Or you strongly disagree
We know who is right; don't we?
Even if there isn't a crumble of it is in you, anyway...