Like a photo
Of unclear outlines
Is this life
Of mine
I find it in a drawer
And then every day
In your eyes
If you want
Talk to me
Of how the fate awaits
And hold me in your arms
Still for a while
Tell me that you'll be here
When the time
Will have left on us
Signs that you don't want
Tell me that you'll be here
When the melancholy
Dresses up the memories
Of my life
I'll remove the dust
I'll wash away the tears
That you
Don't want
Every drop is a poem
That I didn't hear going away
If you can
Explain to me
Things that I didn't understand
And wake me up
If you feel cold
You see, I am here
Tell me that you'll be here
When the time
Will have left on us
Signs which you don't want
Tell me that you'll be here
When the melancholy
Dresses up the memories
Of my life
Things that I don't want to lose
Faces I have never seen again
words that have been said and then
Those that I've hidden
And that you don't know
And never get tired of it
Tell me that you'll be here
When the time will already
Have left on us
Signs that you don't want