To me it is very heavy without you, kilometers between us do not give me rest... But I know, that in the evening when becomes very sadly and painfully... You look at the moon... I too look at it... I see its light... Which is seen by you... Both of us we sit before a window... I think of you, and you.... Yes it is not important... I know, that it not about me! Tomorrow to you early to rise, lay down... But is not present, you sit... And I sit... Tomorrow at you a concert, the next interviews and video, but you do not wish to recollect it, you have left in yourself, for you there is only a moonlight, its circle and distance up to it! You too think of distance... As all so is pleasant to realize it. As that I feel is pleasant to think, that, you can feel! And can and on the contrary... You think that what that the girl now longs at a window, looks at the moon or its reflection in a pool... Of whom that also thinks dear and necessary for heart! But you do not guess at all, that this girl I and that I think of you... That looking at a round dance from stars I search for the brightest, trying to find you, but I see only the most dim, on other end of the Milky Way which moves as a molecule in boiling water, but to it is constant that that prevents to reach you. The strong rain has gone... Ideas have sunk and were beat to the ground by massive drops... Having opened a window and having inhaled fresh air I shall sit down having lowered legs... Of course I understand, that you will not make it, but it so is pleasant, when on legs cold water from the sky at which you looked flows, look or will look! The rain has given inspiration to ideas... I think of you but what exactly to not transfer words, this feeling потерянности among people, instead of an idea on you is possible. The hope always with me, perhaps when that, all will repeat... Can we once again we shall meet... What do you do now? The rain has prevented to dream, I begin all over again in brief: On a shower grief, you sit at a window look at the moon and stars... Stop... It There is no sense... You likely already sleep... Means rising in the morning, you will open a window, will look at the clear solar sky... You will leave on a balcony, you will listen to singing birds. I too have laid down to sleep, wet legs... I am cold, I nestle on mine teddybear, I perceive and I see in it you!


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