Why to me this Fall without You?
I don't notice a fire of paints
Burns inside, I rush to waves of day
And as usual, You I miss.
Why the Winter will appear suddenly without You?
I will freeze and will get drunk with tequila to tea
The most addiction You washing,
I it is insatiable You I miss.
Why to me this Time without You?
Days flash, - I consider them back
To me without You a scope of heavens - prison.
More than ever. I miss You....