Tell me who you really are,
and I will tell you who I am.
The rest is nothing but the movie props.
I will die today
without looking at the monitor,
where these shots will be put on repeat yet more than once.
I'm walking in circles...
Who are we to each other?
One may repeat it a thousand times...
We must be rivals -
there's something agonizingly nervous
that is shrinking somewhere inside me.
There's neither pain nor joy, only fatigue.
And that's all, nothing is left of me.
I'm alone with my own shadow,
as if I'm invisible.
You left me neither inhale nor exhale.
Well, such is life, one plays with no rules here.
Nobody is defeated, nobody has won,
but it's not me, I'm invisible.
Tell me who you were.
Have I ever been to you something more
than just doubts caused by a few phrases?
Remind me how long ago
that ostentatious formal addressing me
became easier for you than to leave without raising your head.
We are ready to attack -
let's cross our swords.
Farewell to my December.
I will close it and hide it.
What else should I do?
One may repeat it a thousand times.
There's neither pain nor joy, only fatigue.
And that's all, nothing is left of me.
I'm alone with my own shadow,
as if I'm invisible.
You left me neither inhale nor exhale.
Well, such is life, one plays with no rules here.
Nobody is defeated, nobody has won,
but it's not me, I'm invisible.