They live in me four seasons,
but only in the third one he recognized me,
when I cry with my eyes deep
to the bottom of its loneliness.
Inside the soul is standing
the cause of my sad world,
you do not know, but I am fragmented,
and the tears - dripping a waterfall.
And not that I want you to nest in you,
to know that I'm a smelly star,
a dream dies without shining
so the autumn is born in me!
Goodbye and Kisses ...
Beautiful Dear