Strings of Soul
(When her lover is in war)
Every day the sun rises in the clouds,
Every day she writes these lines.
In her head the melody is shrill and loud,
Because she writes about...
Love, which conceals in her heart,
Day, when they first met,
Time, which flies so fast,
Faith, which is alive.
Strings of her soul are ready to play,
To play about her love all day.
The whole world is ready to wait,
But she believes that it can't be so late.
Her destiny touches the strings of a harp,
This melody is deep and strong,
And she forgets about a real sadness,
Because it looks like a magic beautiful song.
Every night the sun leaves his own stage,
Every night she lays on her bed.
In her head the melody is soft and quit,
She doesn't want to be so sad.
She remembers him: his face and smile,
His smell, his voice, his eyes.
She prays God to save his soul
And to be for him so kind and nice!
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