The days I was resistant to the pain
Remain in memories.
I miss the time when life felt like a train
And still remember this:
The sun was peeking through a window glass
And shining teasingly,
And all it took – to cast a mere glance
At sudden visitor.
This passenger, who you’ve just only met
Turned into soulmate,
As if he’s always meant to be your friend
Or love appointment.
You share with them your little bag of sweets
Like sacred promises,
But in the end they all just leave their seats
To meet their families.
Train breaks again. Or was it just my heart?
[Or what was left ot it]
To fall for you right now just isn’t right -
You’re late for centuries.
перевод "кулёк с ирисками"
Автор оригинала: Сола Монова
a little bag of sweets
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