автор: yotovava

No snow for me, no snow for you...
It`s melting down and there are few
yellow broken suns in sky.
I told you magic words to fly.
Conjured the winter to be hot
like never it had been before.
I told the winter should be mercy,
and I should write all time my verses
about my tender eyes enchanted,
about you, never met and touched...
The winter should be stay outside.
No said Hello and no Goodbye.
You`d better in my power trust
and than the roads would cross for us.