Текст песни Ірина Мороз - Я так рідко плакала...

I rarely cried
and I cry so often
your tears,
of which salt is already pouring in tons.
I don't see anything
because the pain is the main one
as if a stone were pressing in the temple - strong.
you are my dear.
don't let go of my warm palm, sweetheart.
and until it rains,
the heat is treacherous, vigilant
I do not spare time
I am your sea of waves.
summer will not escape from us
and while it bakes uncontrollably
you don't look away -
only they can see everything.
... while you are my everything,
until then I am your strong one.

Irina Moroz (c)