SelfPub: And I always warm under ...

And I'm always warm in the rain
And you're under a Golden sun cold.
Sad to admit its defeat,
His head bowed over a dull fire,
over the life of the movement, autumn rain...
Rain will not wash away under the window on the sidewalk.
A huge world. Nowhere no one is waiting.
She did not believe that there is
She could not believe his eyes.
Drops down on her lip,
Everyone froze, gave vent to
Together with drops running tears.
That, to me, little in life of grief,
So rain is considered a trouble?!