darling,You has forgotten me
Can be and at all did not love.
I am ready to shout from this pain,
wail is ready from a share dropping out to me.
I am ready to shout from this idea.
In air of a word my have hung.
I am ready to suffer and to wait vainly,
Even if passion your has died away.

We lose one's way in waves our love
And I remited your sin and fault.
Let's mittings ours are only chance
But minute beatitude as stealthy glance.
I soon believe what I desire
In cloth of love long since another.
Instead white dove I'v got sea-gull
And it cause suffering as fallen in gulf
As if my heart on cobbled-road
and him is stamping by runner-horse