- To whom don't you want to die
And annoy to whose quiet?
- And you come on, verify
He is in the city alive!
- Who are you waiting at nights
And why again don't you sleep?
- At nights, through your eyes
I see a silence ringing deep.
Everything is in vain and more
vacantly
The essence of being is not true,
Love is sad by melancholy,
Love is also ill by you.
Google translate always lies
© Copyright: Диана Ежова, 2017
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