The Tearful Rain
And then the tears are missing.
Oh, when the star will agree to fall
Down for my future's wishing?
The clouds are running by gloomy crowd
With any kind of troubles.
Oh, when the sunlight will shine in crown
To bring me luck and flowers?
But thunder's clapping and I'll be pleased
To count my life "ab ovo",
Untill the cuckoo would count my years
And I would live some more.
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Юрий Розвадовский 16.01.2008 02:25 Заявить о нарушении