So many things

Яна Воронович
So many things.

So many years had come,
So many things that we had done,
And every touch, and every breath-
Please, think about it.

No matter how, no matter where,
We look for freedom, look for care,
Sometimes we find, sometimes we loose-
Please, think about it.

The sun did rise, the sun did fall,
The star was born, the star was burnt,
How many friends we 've lost today...
Please, think about it.

Love can seem great, love can seem sin,
Sometimes - it's only summer dream,
But, maybe once, we do wrong choise-
Please, think about it.