On the pillow… I keep the midnight watch
As a soldier broken and old
Who every time of all celestial treasures
Barely earns the moon’s coin of gold…
Beneath her armor trembles the skittish deer
Always chased by dark silhouettes of fear
Dreading even the peaceful boundaries of sleep...
I miss our love, I miss our love, my darling...
Without it life just peels away in vain
I miss you, too, I miss the way you had been...
I miss myself... The way I was insane...
I do know that time doesn’t love the heroes...
All the lasting temples it had soiled...
But for me everything without the two of us was spoiled....
When I look for the route to the center of self,
the paths become more narrow and wary...
And then I hide in the shadow of your earlobe
As an earring made of a double cherry…
But once again I prevail in staying apart,
whispering that tonight I love you as the Russian heart...
What are words... Flint stones that eventually wear down...
I miss our love, I miss our love, my darling…
Without it this wolf inside me howls in pain...
I miss you, too, I miss the way you had been...
I miss myself... The way I was insane...
I do know that time does change every color...
And dims the shine of every glowing thing...
Still, to me nothing but the two of us meant anything...
Sometimes you drop a smile into my tweed hat
Like a magical dollar on the spin...
Then I’m myself… ‘Cause however they call me
I’m just your personal Harlequin…
Sometimes.. The makeup smears when tears start to roll...
And the labyrinth walls like the dominoes fall...
So simply... Sometimes we do reach the world of us...
I miss our love, I miss our love, my darling…
Without it the frost climbs up my veins...
I miss you, too, I miss the way you had been...
I miss myself... The way I was insane...
I know time always does collect its dues…
To you and me why would it be forgiving?
Still, life without the two of us was not worth living.