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Your happiness is like a frenzied fireworks display:
Shoot - and shut up for a year.
You have come, seen and conquered the whole world,
And then I went to my hole.
You run to him, you wait so long!
Everything is burning with thirst in your chest.
But when you suddenly squeeze it to you,
In seconds, everything crumbles to pieces.
How many paintings will be carved?
How many songs are sung, his praise?!
Happiness is only a beacon on your way,
Not forever with you, but leads in the seas.
Even in storms, in darkness and stagnant calm
His light helps to go forward.
And stay on your slippery slope,
Where no one knows what awaits tomorrow.
Hug tightly:
"Hello, my friend!
I was waiting for you so much, I wanted to taste you so much!
I swear to you: I love you!"
But love is stronger when in the distance...
Shoot - and shut up for a year.
You have come, seen and conquered the whole world,
And then I went to my hole.
You run to him, you wait so long!
Everything is burning with thirst in your chest.
But when you suddenly squeeze it to you,
In seconds, everything crumbles to pieces.
How many paintings will be carved?
How many songs are sung, his praise?!
Happiness is only a beacon on your way,
Not forever with you, but leads in the seas.
Even in storms, in darkness and stagnant calm
His light helps to go forward.
And stay on your slippery slope,
Where no one knows what awaits tomorrow.
Hug tightly:
"Hello, my friend!
I was waiting for you so much, I wanted to taste you so much!
I swear to you: I love you!"
But love is stronger when in the distance...
Again you are silent...
Again, you're playing with me...
Again you are silent..
Again, you write those words, they don't make sense...
Only your feelings burn out. they don't make sense you said, you said that night...
The expectation of feeling, the expectation of reciprocity, is it all empty? .
Everything inside me is so empty...
Everything burns from the inside
These are my feelings! . don't play with me. it's so empty for you. was near me
Doesn't make sense
Since everything that was between us..
Is it all a game?
Tell me tell me... . I don't want to hear you, see you go away don't touch me!
I'm already dead on the floor singing about you and me
And...
Again you are silent..
I'm losing myself again
Again you are silent you will not see me again...
Again, you're playing with me...
Again you are silent..
Again, you write those words, they don't make sense...
Only your feelings burn out. they don't make sense you said, you said that night...
The expectation of feeling, the expectation of reciprocity, is it all empty? .
Everything inside me is so empty...
Everything burns from the inside
These are my feelings! . don't play with me. it's so empty for you. was near me
Doesn't make sense
Since everything that was between us..
Is it all a game?
Tell me tell me... . I don't want to hear you, see you go away don't touch me!
I'm already dead on the floor singing about you and me
And...
Again you are silent..
I'm losing myself again
Again you are silent you will not see me again...
I am waiting for you from morning to evening.
Quote Explanation: Song "Autumn Days", music: Evgeny Doga, lyrics: M. Matusovsky.
Perhaps you have heard the tale of the dead man? This dead man was waiting in the afterlife for the Lord to decide his fate. I waited a year, ten years, a hundred years. Then he began to beg to finally decide his fate. He could no longer bear this expectation. They answered him: "What are you actually waiting for, you have been in hell for a long time." Here it is, hell - a stupid waiting for no one knows what.
If his father had known how many more similar painful minutes his son would have spent waiting for this girl, his eyes would have crawled out of their sockets, and he would have remained with pop-eyed forever. But then the son himself did not know this yet.
The anticipation of the wait is sometimes stronger than the expectation itself!
- Maybe she will look into my dreams? I would like to refer to her by name and pretend we already know each other. I've been waiting for this woman for a very long time ...
You need to be able to wait. You can wait for revenge all your life, it does not die.
- Not even sick.
The expectation that everything will resolve itself, and procrastination will tire you and kill you a thousand times more than the actions themselves.
I put the book on the table, sat in the chair, and a tingling sense of anticipation gripped me. I haven't felt that way in so long. Waiting for a book, too big to read at a time, on a topic I barely understood. I opened the first page.
If you are looking for someone who is dear to you, you should not wait long.
Fear is the expectation of evil.
In anticipation of great happiness, you should never deny yourself small joys. If only because they can brighten up this expectation very cool.
Do not let go of hope. Sometimes, you need to be patient and wait.
