O God! My love is far away,
Send her to me and I'll live,
she is somewhere in the way
so far away who can believe.
O God! Don't take her to the sky,
I need her here on the Earth,
I love her and she'll be my,
or else my lonely hurt will burst.
My sweetheart is in gloomy space,
O God! I need her on the Earth,
I need her sweetest smell of face,
or else my lonely hurt will burst.
And if she dies in gloomy sky,
no one will visit lonely grave
and I'll say to her "Good Bye"
and I'll loudly, loudly cry,
but all in vain - no one will save.
My English rhymes a prayer
© Copyright: Николай Вассовский, 2017
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