I'm fond of cold voice of rain
Which can tenderly speak to my soul
And when I look at dark sky again
Hear song which so magic and low...
In the silence of old empty roads
I can see pale flashes of light
And in pieces of my latest words
Feel your presence in this lonely night...
I'm so tired from foolish offence
From absurd words, we so often said,
But my hope's light still burning with sense
In the window of my little flat...
I just wanna look back and to see,
That I am not alone at this place,
Wanna see how in darkness for me
Is appearing a familiar face...
I just hope that among hollow winds
And some other of night's sounds of stress
I'll be able to hear those steps
Which I'm waiting already two years...
p.s: я знаю, он никогда не прочтет это