Танюша все записи автора When rain again drips at my windows
I recollect those days
Those days of pleasant torture
When I was with you
My heart is now empty
Pains aren't present more
But there was only a rain
It pours behind my window
Knowing that the love in my house willn't come any more
When you have left me
There was a rain then 3 days
I cried and it flew from heavens
The candle burned,
The soul washing did not sing
Then I have understood that the rain is pleasure for me
Now I look out of the window
In the street already for a long time it is dark
Pours a rain and the sky it is not visible
And likely it drips on your eternal bed