You send a heartfelt letters,
On scraps of newsprint torn;
I read each word you’ve written—
Each cuts me like a thorn.
I wait for your arrival,
Can’t sleep the whole night through;
I run to grab the phone again
To calm my heart for you.
I drink champagne in silence
At that old family place,
Forgotten through the passing years—
A ghost in time and space.
With ammonia and with soot
I brace for one more break;
The world decays and shatters,
All vanish in its quake—
All vanish… all but only me,
Still trembling as I stay,
Still waiting by the window
For your return someday.
I’ll kill, I’ll lose, I’ll let you go,
Regret the price I pay;
But now there’s only one desire—
To meet you, love, today.
At thirteen o’clock at the station
I’m running without knowing where,
And in the very first moment of hopelessness
I finally noticed your face.
Dedicated to Margarita
© Copyright: Егор Рождественский, 2024
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I'll kill you, you infidel!
I'll regret it a hundred times,
but right now it's important for me to send you, honey..!
😬
Шютка!
🤗
Алекс Русов 3 12.12.2024 15:35 • Заявить о нарушении
I'll regret it a hundred times,
but right now it's important for me to send you, honey..!
😬
Шютка!
🤗
Алекс Русов 3 12.12.2024 15:35 • Заявить о нарушении