И никто и не вспомнит – была тут война.
И кому будет важно, была ли она?
Ни деревья, ни птицы, ни первый побег
Не узнают, что люди исчезли навек.
И проснётся Весна, встретив новый рассвет,
И едва ли узнает, что нас больше нет.
it was in vain…»
I loved you, though, I think, it was in vain.
Perhaps, that love still lives deep in my soul.
But I won’t ever bother you again,
I won’t bring any nuisance at all.
Not any hope or word – I loved you frankly,
I suffered, feeling jealous or just shy.
I loved you so faithfully, so gently,
I wish God bring you someone’s love like mine.
I loved you, though, I think, it was in vain.
Perhaps, that love still lives deep in my soul.
But I won’t ever bother you again,
I won’t bring any nuisance at all.
Not any hope or word – I loved you frankly,
I suffered, feeling jealous or just shy.
I loved you so faithfully, so gently,
I wish God bring you someone’s love like mine.