Now she’s a weeping willow./Still standing there./She leans over the water,/as if to see him beneath the surface,/as if love could return,/even in the trembling of a reflection.
Now she’s a weeping willow./Still standing there./She leans over the water,/as if to see him beneath the surface,/as if love could return,/even in the trembling of a reflection.
Szybsza, lepsza, wygodniejsza
