She was alone in the garden.,
Around from color of climbed powder.
The spring rain hid the tears,
Thought whispered... I'm not your...
When he gave her heaven,
She was cheerful and happy
On the shoulders fell her braid
And it was not in the world any more of a miracle.
Their warmed nor on feelings,
In the cold fierce, cold autumn.
Ahead was such a life,
Not destined to have covered all the frost...
In her hands she held a piece of paper,
In it the word sad... I'm not with you...
Love our came the end of the,
In letter was all said words...
She was alone in the garden.,
Around from color of climbed powder.
The whether fortunately, and poor,
Filled all around silence...
