I remember the days when i found my love.
It was a good memory only because
he treated me like i was a god
But when i spoke he would only nod.
Somedays he would refuse to talk
So when that happened i would go out to walk.
However, when i came back one day, my Любовь was gone.
I searched for him every day.
And didn't stop till the end of may.
I couldn't believe it, couldn't see.
Couldn't see that my Любовь left me.
Was it a mistake to walk, mistake to run.
When i searched for an answer, there was none.
There was no answer to search, but to find.
We stopped searching when it was July.
I thought it was the end of time.
He ran away, he was gone.
I felt like Пение a sad song.
I ask myself a Вопрос i ask enough,
Where oh where, is the one i love?