Gloomy rain falls to the concrete,
Smoking a cigarette lightly,
Drowsy melancholy beckons sleep,
Summer has ended so quietly.
Summer of hopes and anxieties,
Summer of reckless dreams,
Only ringlets from the Vogue
Are witnessing my sufferings.
Supposedly these thoughts are mine
They are soaring into the sky,
In them the days are dissolved,
Were you with me or not?
Life... It is also like smoke.
It is so unreal, transparent,
Dreams were here, you were near,
And now I see that you aren't.
Has scattered the night
And slipped out of vision.
Go, shadow, away!
It is my decision.
Know that I wasn't yours,
Know that you won't be mine,
And shouldn't feel sorry
By saying goodbye.
Smoke
© Copyright: Анюта Весна, 2005
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