The storm is coming,
Absolutely black sky covered the stars,
Quiet, no sound comes out,
And I’m looking for your hand, but cannot find.
The cold increases, the pain with me,
Tries and succeeds to disturb my sleep,
I wonder where you went from me, where?
But deep inside I know the rain wash away the tracks long ago.
Thunder and lighting, wild wind noises are not resting,
The door slams shut, curtains flying,
A loud screams that crashing the windows,
And on the broken glass…I see your face,
Large poor eyes, that penetrating inside.
Here you are, the one who days and night staying in my room space,
Filling it with your pain that have been spilled to my heart,
Your voice sounds again and again in my head,
Week and blurs all my prayers.
I’m coming down on my knees, begin for forgiveness,
Forgive me…I beg you…pleace.
יום אחרון לחודש הזה...יום אחרון לחופש עצמו...חשבתי שאני צריכה לסיים אותו עם משו שלי...
יש מחר בצפר או אין...אח כוסאמאשלכולם, נחייה ונראה.
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