Если ты кого-то в чём-то винишь - то ты в первую очередь винишь себя в том, что позволил кому-то ошибиться...
When the last Star will light my way, when the Moon will smile at last, when the Wind will tell his last story, everything will come back to it's places, just like it should by at the beginning of the Time.
Maybe then, when the Time will fall to it's end, and the last hour of the Universe will burn to nothing, we will have a minute to be together...
A falling Star will light your face, to give a moment to see you again... You are crying... But why? You shouldn't cry. There is always somebody, who will be near to you. Who always loved you. Even if he is far far away...
Will you remember me again? My face, my wings? Those nights together. Those words...
Is it the end? No... The end of Life? No... Love? Just can't be... The end of endless, the beginning of infinitive, a Sun without a warm, a dark light... What is it?
But every dark Night, looking at the Stars, I can hear your voice, singing in the moon wind...
Maybe then, when the Time will fall to it's end, and the last hour of the Universe will burn to nothing, we will have a minute to be together...

A falling Star will light your face, to give a moment to see you again... You are crying... But why? You shouldn't cry. There is always somebody, who will be near to you. Who always loved you. Even if he is far far away...
Will you remember me again? My face, my wings? Those nights together. Those words...
Is it the end? No... The end of Life? No... Love? Just can't be... The end of endless, the beginning of infinitive, a Sun without a warm, a dark light... What is it?
But every dark Night, looking at the Stars, I can hear your voice, singing in the moon wind...