Whether snow falls, whether warm rain pours--
I'm standing in the entrance, your building just across...
Waiting, you'll walk by me, and, may be, you will not,
If I can manage just to see you-- Oh, I'm so happy!
Amusing it's and strange-- our world arranged...
Heart is loving, but not telling of it's own love!
Though I live,And I don't know, you loving me or not!
This is better, then confessing and hear the answer "no",
And I'm afraid-- to hear "no".
I have picked a song -- on my own guitar,
It's a pity, you don't hear it, it's because in it:
Sorrow not hiding, I've called you--
The most beautiful and tender, oh, it's the truth!
Poems I write- in the still of night...
Let them say, that we all writing when we nineteen!
In every line-- only dots after letter"L",
You'll realise, of course-- what I've tried to tell,
Wanted to tell-- but failed as well.
Poems I write- in the still of night...
Let them say, that we all writing when we nineteen!
In every line-- only dots after letter"L",
You'll realise, of cause-- what I've tried to tell...
But snow melts-- always in spring,
May be, you will-- say "yes" to me.
But snow melts-- always in spring,
May be, you will-- say "yes" to me.