It seems I wanted too much:

or may be just a touch.

May be a little bit more:

happiness with the one I adore.

May be a good morning kiss,

or sweet words: “My honey I miss”.

 

It seems I wanted too much:

to be happy as such,

to fly in the sky like a bird,

to be understood without a second word,

to listen to the songs of my Lord,

to give a smile and behave like a child.

 

It seems I wanted too much:

to live without any mistakes,

without any heart breaks.

I wanted my soul not to be cold,

to live without any storms,

to feel your heart warmth.

 

It seems I wanted too much:

to turn into a dove,

to swim on the waves of love,

to meet with you every dawn,

to have the wings of a swan

and never be alone.

 

It seems I wanted too much.

 

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)