Dampness pierces my threadbare coat,
The square has drowned in this pale disguise.
I threw carnations at the locked-up gates,
Where not a single soul meets my eyes.
Припев
The fog bears your name,
Masking the faces of strangers passing by.
Every single drop screams out your ghost,
Beneath this miserable, colorless sky.
Grey silhouettes creep along the brick wall,
Somebody's heel shatters the peace.
The morning is cruel to someone like me,
Whose longing for you will simply not cease.
Припев
The fog bears your name,
Masking the faces of strangers passing by.
Every single drop screams out your ghost,
Beneath this miserable, colorless sky.
The Fog Has Your Name
© Copyright: Юрий Сергеевич Гордеев, 2026
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