Because, by Dina Belyayeva I’m sad, because I love you way too much to bear, /
And I’m aware: the baleful rumor mill won’t spare /
Your blooming youth. And soon your destiny...
Wherefore, by Eugene Mark Kayden I grieve because I love, and loving you, /
I know their crafty rumors will pursue /
Your youth in flower, lying out of spite. /
For every shinin...
Why, by Yevgeny Bonver I am so sad because I worship you, /
I know: that your flourishing youth /
Will not be spared by the gossip's persecution. /
For every sunny day...