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We met you on the verge of summer,

how long we went to each other.

In the excitement, the love of hopes are warmed,

in the eyes of salvation we have found.

That’s the end of the evening correspondence

and the time zone is no longer important.

My dear friend, oh my God!

How close you are!

You support me, I’m not brave at all.

You smile when I become ridiculous,

you hug when words are superfluous.

I won’t stop loving you now.

After all, I have a surplus of feelings now.

We will tell you now in the ear

how life is complicated,

insidious and beautiful.

I was a friend, and you were a girlfriend,

now a completely different fairy tale.

We were separated by kilometers of time,

because there are unresolved problems.

And the memory of joyful moments

caresses the feelings of my dilemma.

We alone know how we were together,

now we dream of meeting again.

A bed of fire, you haven’t cooled down yet.

I have known passion and tenderness and love!