Дил розларим сизга армугон! Дилсора Фозилова | |||||||||||
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![]() ![]() 6/9/2008 11:34:32 PM Myself… I will come to see you in your place Today my soul is injured, in pain Encouragements hopeless and helpless When you stop to come to my side, then Myself… I will come to see you in your place. Tears in my eyes, stones in my chest, The plain love remains patient and wordless I am lonely, hardly walking on my miserable path, But, Myself… I will come to see you in your place. You’ll never know the power of my love, Born from torture and tenderness, But I knew, my fidelity how precious Myself… I will come to see you in your place. When I look in your eyes, when I stare at them, Something black within my heart melts, If you don’t come, without interest or too much pride Myself… I will come to see you in your place. When your feelings considered too week, With your hair too grey and your hands shakes, If you’re still longing to see me, No reason but hope almost breaks, Myself… I will come to see you in your place. |
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