Надя, 36 - 7 сентября 2006 00:32

В феврале я бы подписалась по этими словами. Сейчас, пожалуй, пусть лишь отголосок той жуткой зимы что-нибудь скажет за меня.

Forgive me, my beloved fellow -
The fault of fortune was my fault.
The path to paradise is narrow,
It's closed in thorn and it is lost.

No way, no words. No life... Instead it
A hellish pain above my head -
two fires, two we are: expelled,
aflamed, cursed, gone ahead...

Forgive... Forgive all gulps of air
of long and lonely sleepless nights.
The love could die, but slightly dares
to live and dares to live tonight.

I was afraid of thou... Forgive me...
I was afraid of love... Forget.
It seemed too emphuis to keep it,
but came too difficult to get.

Ashamed... In tears of murdered feeling
I ask for touching to thee heart.
It's hopeless, but still it's willing,
the passion couldn't slip so fast!..

No way aback... No time to find it.
No right to love and to pretend.
But still the feelings are inspired.
Come back... I want to love again...


Жаль, в молоко ушло:)))