How I wish to be at the both sides of the mirror,
To like myself and to like you
Everything will begin as usually -
Look against the look
Further - as luck would have it.
Run with a run-up
I wouldn't be sorry
I would give, if I would have anything to give
You know, not yet...
I would explain later.
How I wish to be more honest with myself,
With you and others, like everyone.
But what will happen is what has to happen -
Rendezvous and letters.
It's kind of boring already,
History repeats itself.
I wouldn't be sorry
I would give, if I would have anything to give
You know, not yet...
I would explain later.
I'm sorry, I won't be able to confess completely,
Only smile and politely say: "No..."
Everything will end as usually -
I don't care, you have tears.
In the next century
Let's go where the summer is.
I wouldn't be sorry
I would give, if I would have anything to give
You know, not yet...
I would explain later.