Her tears trickle through his fingers
Amber hail rolled on the table.
With gasp face covering,
In her eyes there was some reproach.
Oh, God, women's tears are terrible,
In addition, I had nothing to say here.
Fool, I sat and listened,
Unable to have anything to do.
She said: & quot; How wonderful to be a thing,
To belong totally and only to him;
The face bruised from burning slap,
And you, like a dog to admit guilt & quot;
And he loved her more than life itself,
He more than anybody ever loved,
I strive to become worthy of his things,
But I could not, of impotence it beat them.
Killing wrote for her own songs -
High jump, stars to the bottom -
He does not give away no one rings,
And it's not what it is not needed,
But durёha taken in head free,
Threatening with a knife, he closed all the way,
He cut his wrists before he could pray,
And she realized that she had nowhere else to go.
Animals were near the door.
Shoot them, they died.
