Last hope

Эмма Георгиевна Тарасова
Gone is the last hope
 My soul drooped... - and now
 He withdrew into himself... - and became an ignoramus
 The door closed in my heart
 
 Do not believe, do not believe because my mind is screaming
 But my heart was trembling
 I've never met one like this
 Who would love me
 
 I believed her, dreamed of her
 And dreamed it selflessly
 In her eyes - love read
 That feeling is extraordinary...
 
 Summer passed, and life broke out...
 Love glory days forgotten
 And hearts sweet thump forgotten
 And we've had enough of each other...