It did not touch the poems,pas… (Galina Belysheva)

It did not touch the poems,pass by the heart strings.Already the gap with the separation — nothing,again we are alone. Won’t be singing us songs for two,it return me not enough power.Already your voice in the memory subsided,Already desires the impossible. We have nothing more to say Already,back to back with a straight look.Already peace and quiet Already I want nothing from us is not necessary.