Аннотация: So this sometimes happens... so it's thought sometimes... so it's felt sometimes
If you ask what it's like
To belong to one's heart,
I won't tell you the truth:
I'm not brave, not so smart,
I'm not decent enough
To pretend on such things,
I'm not clever enough
To have stretched my own wings.
Shut my mouth and just let me get what I deserve,
But don't rob me completely of hope that I bear:
I'll remember your face, every point, every curve,
And I'll keep it within while there's something for care...