Should 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 clock.
Verses about summer, color photos.
Seasons, now it's cold here.
On the streets of the city to send emails:
"I miss you! Dream on me!"
With the first snow winter comes here.
All swept up: white-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.
From the e-mail, you can read it if you want.
However, you and so know by heart my feelings.
Hearts in one rhythm, dreams in one course.
Your presence here is barely perceptible.
July, the sea, how long ago it was.
Cigarette smoke, coffee already cold.
Lyrical dream, rhyming lines.
Enthusiastic tour, these Studio session
I'll get your news from the press.
Fame, we can't be together.
And if two tickets, and just go missing?
There, on the coast to listen to the surf,
Sea, bungalows on the beach, Armstrong vinyls.
Meet the dawns of the sea under sail.
We break up again, who-where.
Summer passed and then winter again.
But, where you not was - having heard 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.
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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