Pick Up the Stones

Only once in life I met the eyes,
That stared at me, tender and sweet.
Lady seemed so young, but talked too wise,
She knew everything, books were her greed.

I would marry her, but moment lost,
Two years we spent, never come back.
The impressive smile, I liked the most,
I cannot retain, suffer the lack.

So wonderstruck,
When her light has touched my skin,
A run of luck,
I have found the girl to lean...

Can we
Pick up the stones
Thrown far away?
Still so alone -
Hear me, I pray.
Standing
Chilled to the bones
Deep in the night,
Hope that she knows -
Distance unite.

Something in her voice entice and calm,
A harbour for heart, fanal that guides.
Wish to feel again, I miss that charm,
The passion of touch, soulful advice.

Fate is giving signs, but hides the plan,
Supposed to be good, future can shock.
She can win if try, if walk a lane,
A door in the end, opens, just knock.


P.S. Песня-посвящение.
P.P.S. И 150ая, юбилейная, в творчестве)