А на сердце опять горячо-горячо,
И опять, и опять без ответа.
А листочек с берёзки упал на плечо,
Он как я, оторвался от веток.
Roughly translated:
And the heart is once again hot, hot
And again, again with no answers.
A leaf from the birch falls on the shoulder,
It like I, detached itself from the branches.
Ah how I could explain the emotions this quote envokes to me when said in Russian. It is a reminder that there is never a direct route but we are leaves making our own way down the wind of life. To quote someone who I talked to earlier this evening, someone who just got a huge gust of wind altering their path, they said that life is good.
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