once

< Leah Altukhova



Once you get tired of love ...
I do not appreciate those of you mountain.
And even now it is still sore,
I know my heart is like the car,
All stand, and take this fight.

Once you decide that I'm not your friend,
To destroy my plans and dreams ...
And removed me from their hands,
And obrechesh hundreds of thousands of torment,
Will burn the last bridges behind me ...

Once you decide to erase
All lines dedicated to one,
What would melt in your hands as mercury,
What I am not afraid to continue his path,
Let condemned only to you.

Once you realize that it's not that.
What lost the last dream.
What were they after, perhaps, a hundred,
And each a sustained period.
But remember for some reason only one.