You didn't come, my darling, yesterday.
Awaiting you I tried to keep my hope.
I wish it were all lovely, OK,
My love, I'd follow you all over the globe.
Put off your gloves, my dear, straight at doors
And throw them somewhere without care,
And tell me: " Darling! I'm cold, weather's getting worse,
Last tram has come, it's drizzling in the air."
I'll take your palms and every little nail
Of fingers yours will feel itself much better.
I wish you got my kisses shy and pale!
But where are you, my honey?
What's the matter?
You didn't come to me, my friend, that day.
Awaiting you I hadn't lost my hope.
I'd like you never, never went away!
You always could the blues of mine to cope...
You did not come
© Copyright: Александр Хваловский, 2010
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