And the sun became like a shadow to me:
It is not warm, only bake much.
Not beating heart when elated,
And the river of my life is not flowing.
Went out Zori. Month not in sight.
The lonely wind is humming outside the window.
Somewhere outside the city howl sorry
Dogs. Or maybe it is far from the village?
My love song is over.
Surprisingly quickly, as if the summer storm:
Was a stormy and suddenly working.
Instead of a smile - a bitter tear.
