Now and not wait, now and not know.
Weeks flew, sadness, wrote something in notebook.
Between the lines I read Nabokov's novels.
I wanted to scream, " Lonely!"
Shall I wait? Tell me, don't I know?
To write poetry, then to remain silent.
Notes of the beautiful melody of separation.
Long minutes, endless days.
Verses about summer, color photos.
Seasons, now it's cold here.
On the streets of the city to send emails:
"I miss you! Come to my dreams!"
With the first snow here comes winter.
All covered with snow: white. Gee.
But wherever you are, hearing this -
I know you'll remember me! And our Summer
Never forget this summer again. Wind on the cheeks will be somewhere.
Autumn kiss. I wish the wind could be so gentle.
Never forget this summer again. Wind on the cheeks will be somewhere.
Autumn kiss. I wish the wind could be so gentle.
E-mail, you can read it if you want.
However, you already know by heart my feelings.
Hearts in one rhythm, dreams in one course.
Your presence here is barely perceptible.
July, sea, as long all of this was.
Cigarette smoke, coffee already cold.
Sleep lyrical, rhyming lines.
Enthusiastic tour, these Studio session
I'll get the news about you from the press.
Reputation - we can't be together.
And if two tickets, and just go missing?
There, on the coast listen to the surf,
The sea, the beach Bungalow, the Armstrong vinyls.
To meet the dawn at sea under sail.
We'll break up again, who-where.
Summer passed and then winter again.
But, where you not was-having heard this -
I know, you'll remember about me and our summer!
Never forget this summer again. Wind on the cheeks will be somewhere.
Autumn kiss. I wish the wind could be so gentle.
Never forget this summer again. Wind on the cheeks will be somewhere.
Autumn kiss. I wish the wind could be so gentle.
Never forget this summer again. Wind on the cheeks will be somewhere.
Autumn kiss. I wish the wind could be so gentle.
Never forget this summer again. Wind on the cheeks will be somewhere.
Autumn kiss. I wish the wind could be so gentle.
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