I'm collecting post stamps
From some random letters.
And my thoughts are flying,
In the wind they're scattered.
Time is moving forward,
Difficult this distance.
I won’t see you later
That’s our final meeting.
Not with me you’re now,
Not with me.
I can't get accustomed
To this foolish falseness,
You were always present,
Now you’re so much further.
Day before you watched the
Smashing Pumpkins concert.1
And I walked in circles,
Stomping golden foliage.
I was pouring freely
Fine Kindzmaraúli,2
And a total stranger
Sliced my sulugúni.3
She was singing lyrics,
False they were, sung badly.
And my head was pulsing:
I do need you madly.
Not with me you’re now,
Not with me.
1. in the original: Agatha Christie, a Russian rock-band.2. a red semi-sweet Georgian wine from the Kakheti region.3. a brined Georgian cheese from the Samegrelo region.