Читать книгу Unquenchable thirst of love… - Михаил Годов - Страница 5

Don't take for granted plain and trivial words,

They are just mask, when seen with more attention,

Don't take for granted casual, simple words

Behind them – all my pain, all my affection

Don't be confused with the indifferent tone,

It's an attempt, although not trustworthy,

To keep inside the loud, so unwilled moan…

This pain I can't endure, you've left no mercy.

To chat with you of trifles, little things,

To be amusing and to burst in laughing

To tell you just of lovely little things

Make a pretense: such moments are just nothing

But jokes…Take off the spell, I used to feel before,

For I just can't keep silence anymore.