Do you remember like I do
Or do you remember some other way:
The park of dead birches
Mirrors in the empty rooms
Did you feel like I did
Or did you feel some other way:
The begging look of a collapsed statue to the sky
Did you see it like I did
Or did you see entirely differently
Migrating birds
That sleep in the sky
Did you believe like I did
In yourself did you believe:
In the curve of a covered body
In the depht of an eye
The fountain has dried
And the branches above it have died
Were you there with me
Or was I alone after all:
The alleys of a cold and damp noon
Calcified grey
Was your fear the same
Or something weird, your own:
The steps of the soldiers
Screams, burning smoke
And a figure in a window
Maybe it was yours:
Turning away
Maybe denying everything
Did you listen to those screams
Or did you close your ears
When the night carried away
All the folks like to its own
The fountain has dried
And the branches above it have died
Did you smell weird flowers
Or were you numbed
Shot old Aleksei
Tied up to his chair
Endless marketplaces, did you roam
With the same shreded shoes
Empty squares, wet
Hanging posters
Was my embrace warm
Or were you shivering from cold
Vanhan plataanin varjo
The shadow of an old platan
The letter from the lost brother
And the dry crust of a bread
Did you feel, was sweet
In the morning of the fourth day
The graves were still empty
The fountain has dried
And the branches above it have died
Did you cry the same sorrow
Or did you have your own
Forbidden laugh and love
Some lonely childhood
And was it the same silence that surrounded
Or did you hear some melody
In the shining of a spring day
Above the dying city
Did you gave the same promise
In the influence of the same vision
From high and heavy
Raining defiance and longing
Did you run away as we agreed
Far here, to this place
The fragile tower of an empty church
Is a train bringing you
The fountain has dried
And the branches above it have died
Is your spirit still in fire
And our fire like one flame, flame