separation [Theme] Page 5

Sentence.

We are buried alive at two ends of the earth.

Parting does not scare me - you are too much in me!

I know - to nowhere my new way,
Even through fear and pain separation,
After all, I can not repeat and not return
The joy that was in the hands.

A time in which there is no return.

I'm your anchor -
They didn't unhook their hearts.
The heavens didn't fall to the ground.
Love forges glory - from lead,
And it is not possible to turn away from its gifts.

NO.

Dimmer will become stars lights
Without a cute face,
And there will be, as if on purpose, days,
Stretching endlessly.
No blue waves, no long roads
Men can't live,
And wives wait, counting the years,
And it always will be so...

The colored world without a husband became like black and white.

- You know, mom, yeah, I lied because I didn't want at the reception, okay? I wanted to be with Ashley in the city and have fun.
- Where's Ashley?
- I said she dumped me! We divorced! This city has its own plans!

Night flowing hair ends in separation.
Their luxury can not keep people
Over the years and the whole century, caressing, taking in hands.
You can not dive, as in death, the flow of the hair forever.


Quote in English

- This letter I received many years ago when I got sick, my wife.
- The seal is still intact.
I was afraid to see what was there. But not anymore.
- "My dear Charlie, I don't know if you're getting this letter, but I pray God in heaven that it were in your hands and you're fine. I can still feel the warmth of your touch, the night they tore you from my arms, ripped from our children, taken away from me. I ill, I think I am not long. I'm sorry that I couldn't hug you one last time. With love, your wife, Delilah."
- Time to go home. How many years of my life, I wanted to know what it means to be a free man. Now I know. See you later, friends. Thank You, Declan.

Beats in close stove fire
On logs resin as a tear,
And sings to me in the dugout, accordion
About your smile and eyes.
About you I whispered to the bushes
In snow-white fields near Moscow.
I want to hear you
How longs my voice alive.

As a white Jasper,
In the hands of bear
And carefully admire in the way
I want again to enjoy the
What will happen to me a long separation at home.