Three days in Moscow (№ 335788)

The snow melts, the water flows
The ground spring.
For whom love - trouble
For some salvation.
On the face of the shadow
Doubt different.
It's a weekday,
To me, you're the occasion.
I have to tell you everything,
Yes, prevents shyness.
At least look into your eyes -
The Gulf between us.
That becomes stranger
The heart does not want to know.
Ah, very, very different
I dream of you at night.