Do you remember as I did
Or do you remember otherwise
A park of birches dead
Mirrors of empty rooms
Did you feel like I did
Or did you feel otherwise
The pleading gaze of the collapsed statue
Did you see it as I did
Or did you see otherwise
Roaming birds
Sleeping on the skies, they were
Did you believe it as I did
Upon thyself did you believe
On thy body's shrouded arches
The depths of thine eyes
Yet the fountain is dried
And branches above are dead
Were you there with me
Or was I alone after all
Desolate alleys of midday
Grey was their whitewash
Was the same thine fear,
Or some odd, of your own,
Soldiers' march
Screams and bitter smoke
A figure in a window,
perhaps thine own,
turning away,
perhaps denying it all
Did you hear the screams,
or did you stop your ears
As night moved away
those people, like it's own
Now the fountain is dried
And branches above are dead
Those strange flowers did you smell
Unless you were brazen
Old Alexei tied to a chair
And shot
The endless squares did you walk
with the same sodden shoes
Empty squares
Posters wet and hanging
Was my embrace warm
Or were you shivering just from the cold
Old platane shadow
A letter from my lost brother
And the bread's dry crust
Wasn't it so sweet
On the fourth morning
The graves were yet empty
Now the fountain is dried
And branches above are dead
Did you weep our sorrow
Or did you have your own
Laugh and love forbidden
Some lonesome childhood
And the same silence it was
Or did you hear a tune unheard
In a blazing spring day
Above a dying city
Did you promise the same
Seeing the same vision
High and heavy
Raining defiance and longing
Did you flee, as we agreed
Here far away, to this place,
Empty church's tower, fragile,
A train brings you
Now the fountain has dried
And the branches above are dead
Is your spirit still afire
And our fire a common flame, flame