Your holding my hand Touched a chord in my heart So delicate, so tender That I could give up my life For that moment Alone Your eyes - when they look at me Create a tide of wrinkles in my clothes Warm
Holding your portrait against my bosom I felt how much you needed warmth Sunshine in your tear-filled eyes And solace for your soul Lermontov - my friend Suffer not - no more The world is the same It
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