It’s no use to exactly remember How long we were livin’ with you, Came already the cruel December, Dear God, give me hint what to do? I don’t know what us has separated, Maybe jealousy, maybe ill fate, One strange day I had fully surrendered, When you told me with pain: ”It’s too late!”. Many years rushed since then, I calmed down, Though I couldn’t keep my mind as before… Once I met in Berlin a slim “Frau”, She was enterin’ in the book store. For a while I was too hesitatin’ Then immediately followed her Just to look at the face of that madam… She was a copy of you, in the fox fur! Gettin’ glad I called her with a bit worry: “Dear Anna, how are you, my doll!” She was shocked, as I felt, sayin’: “Sorry, I speak German, hate English at all!” “Wer sind Sie und wie wagen, was machen?”, - She so angrily asked me (like a sage), But it seemed that she said it with laughter, Which was hidden in the grimace of rage… It is silly, but I’m still not sure That the slim woman I met in Berlin Weren’t you, baby, such anger and cruel… If it’s so, I forgive you that scene!
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