We ran and ran, they
didnt give us anywhere
, they said that there are a lot of runners on the road,
we ran and ran, it
was no use, we
ran to everything
, except for reaching ourselves, we
ran and ran, they
didnt smoke,
they didnt smoke, they just said under their lips,
I wish they wouldnt come back,
what beautiful days of
love and breathing, we
laughed on the carpet, we put our hands on the carpet, we
slept in the bright shade of love,
night and stars, we
didnt like anything except the sanctity of light
, the
autumn of our love
is drowned. It was the songs,
the air was clean and its saliva, it
was far from excuses,
in the twilight,
we did not see the complaint, we ran and ran because of the arrival, we ran and ran, we ran
and ran,
Siba, it was three
seasons, it was Azgar,
everyone was running
, we ran and ran
until we reached the wall
, on the other side of my wall
, we ran to the repeat line
and ran,
it was the story
of life, for which running
was just madness
, it disappeared
from the alleys of homesickness.My hand and your gaze were
full for dawn,
every evening when it was time for
us to date, the
day we gave flowers
was our spring season,
seconds passed, the songs
dripped, the people of
other days did not see us, we did not see
a silk curtain, and
we ran
and ran according to a yellow tradition
.
