The lonely way to lonely heart
And lonely day will paint my blood,
The lonely night will paint its moon
In colours of the afternoon.
The golden leaves on autumn land
Say that for all is end...
I'd lost you, but the heart's still hot,
The ship of love stays in its port,
My mood is blue and heart is weak,
I dream of you, but I'm not sick!
I can't forget that cruel day
When you ran far and far away,
You hid yourself from sudden looks,
I tried to cling you with the sharpest hooks...
The drops of tears ran from my eyes
And ravens told the truth to us...
Ochakov, November, 2001
What Colour Is The Heart?
© Copyright: Эндрю Головня, 2011
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