Ты мой дождь...

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You are my rain. My morning dew.

I drink your love without pauses.

But every day you are so new,

that I can’t bring enough of roses.

 

I am not old. But life is short.

And there is always lack of money.

You may (and gladly) to retort –

“You said to me – I was your honey...”

 

Yes. I someday was like a fool.

I dropped my words with little sorrow.

Today my heart and soul are cool.

They’ll be like ice and stone tomorrow.

 

I’ll ring you up, my morning dew.

You’ll be unpleasantly awaken

to hear my voice. I’ll say – “adieue”.

I hope, that I will be mistaken...

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