And snow was falling, falling, falling
And melting, turning into rain…
And wind was blowing, it was calling
My name. Or probably your name?
And I was running, running, running
Away from home, away from fears.
And snow was dancing, saying nothing
And melting, turning into tears…
And snow was falling...
© Copyright: Павел Любченко, 2010
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