When I want to say: "I love you, my distant friend!..", - The wind will sing along with me, Like me, the same - lonely... When I want to fly, The wind will help me again, - It will start to drive the waves, like a squall... And I fly... Only a shiver on the skin... And loneliness - does not count!.. - Turning into a tornado, the wind Will sweep away everything in its path, Hindering!.. Who, then, is responsible for that?!. When I see you again, Then, all doubts will dissolve... The leaves of October are swirling, Taking off, as if we were sixteen...
