Perhaps I Came To You My Dear

There’s flattery in tender voice You’ll say, why did you come, of course, The fallen leaves are rustling here Perhaps I came to you my dear. You’ll find the anger and go away You’ll cry I lie and I will pay, But maybe so long time I wait for call of yours – for gift of Fate. I make a sigh, for what my friend You blame you cannot understand I learn the ceiling holding shawl of yours today and you don’t call. You’ll say, why did you come, of course, You will rebuke my daring voice There’s autumn’s mist, perhaps I’m here to find your tender lips my dear.