4 February 2014

I can talk only with my imagines and my music...

...to say I love you..


Someone may say to you



One day someone will be able to ask 
Why you wasted so much time 
With a man like me. 
One day you will hear from others
That I have changed your life for the worse, 
That everything that I told you 
It was just the result of a sick imagination. 
One day you will believe 
You are left alone because of me,
And the man with whom you will live 
Quarrel for pure jealousy. 
So, you'll go to the banks of the river 
And sitting on its side 
You will see the birth of a flower 
Where your tears are falling 
In your silent crying of love.

(Mikhail Lermontov- copyright - Misha2014)