August wind, arriving from magenta valley, uttered softly: “Margarita…”
Gracious waves of sea with tender emerald surf whispered gently: “Margarita…”
Mountains replied with loud echo: “Rita…”
Echo, following the sunset, disappeared like a white bird in blue skies…
Lavender-purple mountains replied with loud echo: “Rita…”
Echo, following the sunset, disappeared like a bird in skies…
What waves of Fate are you in struggle with, my dear friend and princess, Margarita?
Do you still remember me - your faithful Dragonfly, my dear Margarita?
Awkward song, like awkward life is sung and vanished in the empty silence…
Nothing left, but this sad song, my true confession, small in words but big in feelings…
Fleeting song, so brief and vain as Life…
Fleeting song so brief and vain, so unpredictable and unrepeatable as Life….