Oh, if only the old love, like… (Galina Belysheva)

Oh, if only the old love, like a dress,it would be Possible with a shoulder smack.Forgetting that brings only happiness,Stepping to step on a new path. And cognac drink wormwood Goretex words that so persistently drilled the brain Fire to bring the head of the last novel,Where you are not able to get rid of the habit to remember And wait, and wait, and wait, and wait to Go in pitch black, dead of night, to Leave, to forget to go back and look