(This is a translation of a poem by Ex-angel, found on
http://www.stihi.ru/2004/09/20-1444)
All is difficult, so complicated,
Every day, every hour I see
That I’m still in the past, having waited
For the present to come back to me.
And I cried, and I swore, but I couldn’t;
Every time I forgave you once more.
And I asked you to change, but you wouldn’t…
Not a trace of the love we once bore.
We broke up. Thanks to who? Doesn’t matter.
I embraced with the turn of my fate.
Our lives always change for the better,
All I have to do now is just wait.
All that time, when I acted so stupid…
I took love, but what else could I do?
Now we’re poisoned no more by the cupid.
Know, I always kept thinking of you.
Past translation of a poem by Ex-angel
© Copyright: Шуйский, 2004
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