9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
Trains that go without you, a hope lost in the horizon,
Days don't flow like rivers Heraclitus Heraclitus.
Time is like fairy tale birds,
Abuse, huge, quiet.
You don't bend, you don't bend,
Shut up your face, you never smile,
I'm calling you don't make a sound,
Who are you facing? .
I wish our love wasn't like this,
Our farewell before the end of the road was unpleasant,
Abuse, our laziness,
He listened to the visit with condolences.
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