It seemed to me that you were frank and pure,
Ready to listen and sincerely understand
But your head, unfortunately, is empty,
Easily my consciousness began to change you.
I was drawn to you, I don’t know why,
Soul and heart ached every day,
And you ruined my dreams, my spring
And the man left, I turned into a shadow.
So why, he warms who does not know much?
About people, their problems, destinies of life,
And if suddenly guilty, they look strictly,
Realistic thoughts fly far away.
Why be friends when they convince for sure?
That you must always be independent,
And if you become attached, they say reproachfully on purpose,
The end of the game and asks to forget it as soon as possible.
And the life of a scoundrel teaches us constantly,
Avoid mistakes, tears and disappointment,
For many, life remains a mystery,
It brings pain and only suffering.