Рецензия на «Нежный звон твоей Гитары...» (Ольга Х)

I hear the gentle sound of your guitar...
melody sounds at night... don't be silent...
Fingers timidly ran along the strings ...
so suddenly... the image of silence melted ...

Waltz-romance plays... touches by accident...
sadness flies somewhere... as flight of souls...
Streak of stubborn joy is intertwined sounds...
I catch your warmth... and timid: I'm sorry ...

I'm sorry... for a fact that we're not together ...
sorry for a fact that fate divorced us in life....
sorry for singing other songs...bad weather?..
I'm sorry for a fact that: I love you didn't say...
(sorry for what: I love you, said) ...

I look in your eyes... and see blizzard again...
snow-covered soul... in dreams you warm ...
Mystery of silence... flurry of a new storm ...
will spin the waltz of love... anxious days...

Silence will spill... it will spill clear dawns...
morning dawn breaks out on the horizon...
As before we'll wander... avenue along...
how many years ago... of the past years...

I hear the gentle sound of your guitar...
simply your spring touched gray hair ...
(spring touched the gray hair of your hair)...
As before together... it seemed to us then...
that we won't part for many, many years...

Георгиевна   15.05.2023 01:07   •   Заявить о нарушении