You and me like a moths,
We fly and searching each other.
At night we decayed alone,
Afraid to lose each other in storm.
The flame of love is burning like sun,
Illuminating the path for us.
Only wind of parting and rush,
Want to changed him,and our dash.
In dance of autumn, fire is cerries,
Merging fire in our blood.
We will be together, a happy today,
And our light will shined every day.
We will be fly before the sun,
Because we aren't be alone.
Sun our love will shinning in sky,
And making lighter every night.
Moths Мотыльки художественный перевод
© Copyright: Макар Тарасов, 2021
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