Another train, another rain,
the same old feeling.
Another land, another sky
so high and blue.
And in the night, so lone and gray,
I see the ceiling…
The empty ceiling,
like my heart without you.
But never mind, I’ll be away
and I will never
drop you a line from faraway
and from my heart.
I don’t know why you were so cruel?
It wasn’t clever
to break in two my love to you
right from the start.
Another world, another wind
another window….
The same old shadows of the past
are in the streets.
Your smile is still before my eyes…
And on my pillow
I feel the same scent of your hair
and honey lips.
Москва
4 марта 2002 г.
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