Vokzal…
A stingy, poor, bitter tear
Is trickling down the window here,
Now I am living in the past.
Vokzal…
The town is flying past the train,
In it we used to live one day,
Dreaming forever to stay there.
So in our life it comes to pass,
Can’t live together, have to part,
To shreds from sufferings is torn
Heart.
Tears by the road are bitter, hard,
Love’s sufferings are brutal such,
Became again the lonesome ones
Now.
Vokzal…
Remember I warmth of your soul,
How easy was it for us both,
All in the past, long time ago.
Vokzal…
All clocks have stopped and do not stir,
Thawed water will then wash it off
For good the trace of how it was.
So in our life it comes to pass,
Can’t live together, have to part,
To shreds from sufferings is torn
Heart.
Tears by the road are bitter, hard,
Love’s sufferings are brutal such,
Became again the lonesome ones
Now.
Vokzal…
Remember I warmth of your soul,
How easy was it for us both,
All in the past, long time ago.
So in our life it comes to pass,
Can’t live together, have to part,
To shreds from sufferings is torn
Heart.
Tears by the road are bitter, hard,
Love’s sufferings are brutal such,
Became again the lonesome ones
Now.
Vokzal…
Comments (8)
Kathy
I wet a tear for
your brutal Vokzai
of missing your son ~
May a soon reunion
help make it right
JimEee
sincerely moving.....
The town is flying past ---,
In it we used to live ---,
Dreaming forever to stay ---
So in our life it comes to pass,
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All clocks have stopped and do not stir,
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Remember I warmth of your soul,