I seek you among passers-by
And realize it’s quite unreal.
My mind has hidden, and that’s why
My heart believes you are ideal.
I recognize your lovely walk,
Your voice and look… I see so clear,
But crazy grin and stupid talk…
The man I see is unfamiliar.
Again your voice is in the bus.
Exactly yours! And you are here!
Somebody speaks. My dreams arise,
But voice is strange, minor appeal.
Time goes quickly, month has passed ...
Two months have passed! It doesn’t matter.
So, every day I see your guise
Crossing the street, taking the metro.
My heart believes that dreams come true.
My soul seeks you, and it’s unruly.
Should I forbid to look for you?
Where can I find you, loving truly?
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