Текст песни М. Таривердиев - Верочка

I just said to her:
"About it, tops,
out of the question,
He is a married man ...
And she only cried and cried,
As a window in November ...
And only said:
"I know, I know...
But what should I do? "
I just said to her:
"Verochny, native,
Everything passes in life, cool down.
And then you hardly remember
What does the one that was like you are ...
And they are surprised himself,
What are three months in a row
Went to the post of five kilometers
there and back there and back
So without receiving any letters.
And faith told me: "I will do something with me."
In the evening I looked at her bedroom:
She slept and breathe so
so intermittently - like a little,
like a weak runner
who does not reach the finish.
After all, such weak runners
Nothing can win.
Or maybe?