My heart was seeking for a place,
Where I could hide of gloomy days...
My soul's spying lucky dace,
But all my dreams left no a trace
There's no a shelter for the loneliness
benkol
07.06.2012
Вольный авторский перевод
Не верит душа пророчеству
http://www.stihi.ru/2012/06/08/4349