Читать книгу Туман души. Сборник стихотворений - Андрей Арбатский - Страница 20

You're flyin' away, for just a week.

But I feel so bad.

I don't know, maybe I'm sick

Or maybe just sad.

I want you to be now here, not there,

To hold my hand in yours, warm.

My mind is crazy, but I don't care.

I'm hardly tryin' to stay calm.

I say "One week's not so bad"

But I hear "Hundred years"

I try to survive, try to forget.