Рецензия на «Sadness makes» (Макс Казаков)

Привет. Какая печаль? Хочется сказать: всё пройдет, пройдет и это. Но это вряд ли!!! Вряд ли пройдет.

The heart is blind

The heart is blind. It still believes
The sun will come and never leaves.
Tomorrow's day will bring a jive
that better then all former life.

I walk across the fairy park.
There is so quiet and so dark.
No sound, no light... no feeling left.
I met no-one. I met myself.

In starry puddle I saw my past:
All troubled thoughts, I lost at last.
I saw my dreams became a ghost
And sorrows what I mourned most.

I wish I could have keep them all,
But autumn comes and leaves will fall,
And wind will send them like a mail
To remaning past what I have fail.

The heart is blind, its won't believe
The sun is gone and golden leaf
is dead as falling down into frost.
We're killing first, allways first those
we are loving most.
12.12.2015

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