I can not be alone
without you, my darling.
I should live on my own,
I can’t exist, not flying.
I try to find my way,
to close my heart and mind;
I cry, and laugh, and pray,
and take the glass of wine.
I look inside myself
and see your brown eyes.
I am like ice, I smelt
and can’t at all be wise.
I’m dying, but I know:
I want, I will survive;
My tender, intense soul…
that promise just to drive.
14 ноября 2006 г.
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