Червоне і чорне
Rin Ottobre
Червоний - любов, А чорний - розлука. Не треба розмов. Зігрій мої руки. Червоний - це мить, А чорний - це сльози. І щастя вже спить Десь напівдорозі. Червоний - це мак На чорному небі. Шукаю я знак, Як жити без тебе. Червоне вино Пили ми з тобою. Було це давно, Напевно, весною. Розходитись час. Нас ніч розділяє. А місяць погас. Ще й холод доймає. Червоний - для нас, А чорний - розлука. В останній лиш раз Зігрій мої руки.
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