Aleksandr Klyuyanov (SASHA)
IN VAIN
In vain, in vain, in vain
I tried by hook or by crook
My years to cut, to delay.
Surrender! I cannot rook.
A day, a month and a year
Are not at my beck and call.
But can I forget you, dear?
Your glance is for me like a dole.
Your hair, the hands and eyes
Are from a tale on the cards.
I am disgusted by rye.
I anchor my hope in arts.
You’ll hear from me not a cry.
I cannot betray my hope.
I won’t surrender this right.
Can I forget you? Nope...
My ray, the chance and my tears,
Forever I chose the role.
Be me advanced in all years
But not be advanced in your soul.
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In Vain
© Copyright: Александр Клюянов, 2004
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