TATITERA — Последнее прости

Like smoke from a dreamy cigar, You drifted through my every dream, Bearing love's cruel blows from afar With a fiery smile on your lips, it would seem.

But I — alas! — was dead to all illusion, Loving you, I lost my faith, my all… And in my dreamer's restless roaming I languished and began to fall.

Forgive me… Why disturb One who sleeps forever in the tomb? Go forward! Do not despair! Perhaps You'll find another… worthless groom.

Go forward! Do not despair! Perhaps You'll find another… worthless groom.

Go forward! Do not despair! Perhaps You'll find another… worthless groom