I do not care, I continue to dream of you, I continue to love you, I keep remembering you, you will always be the best to me, no matter how you are called, it's me it drives me crazy. I remember your look, your rare touches, I remember how you looked at me then, almost with fear, I ran away to not cry at the sight of you.
Lord, how stupid we are, that we destroyed everything with their pride and dullness. I dream that you will be there again, so that I will again be fascinated to catch every word you say, trying to understand, I remember every moment, every moment, every touch ... Sometimes I think that you do not exist, that you are the object of my imagination, of my dreams, but remembering how you can be cruel to me, I understand that in fact you exist, that my dreams can not be so fruitless and meaningless. And in this there is no way out, even if we start our communication again. I've done so much to see you, and you've spit on everything, you betrayed me, and you think it's normal, because what you think is all the silly feelings of an ambitious girl from Ukraine.
I have no strength to cry, so I smile, because it was with me.
Kiev, stars, tiramisu, and you and I in your arms, why all this ended ... so bitter, so sad, so humiliated.
Come to me, tell me. It's not all in vain, tell me that I still have something to believe that we have not lost everything ... but most likely you're fu**ing some model in Amsterdam hotel, hello!
