Don't leave me.
My every tear
is whispering that all that is bad
can be forgotten.
Let's forget this
lost time
that was tearing us apart,
that was killing us
and the questions so bad and intrusive:
How? Why? How?
Let's forget them.
Don't leave me.
Don't leave me.
Don't leave me.
On a rainy day,
I will bring you
a string of pearls
from the lands where it's not raining.
If I die, from the clouds
to your hands,
a gold circle of light
will flow and it will be me.
In the world of earthly matters,
your love will be the first of the laws.
You will become a king
and I will be a queen.
Don't leave me.
Don't leave me.
Don't leave me.
I will come up with the words
whose sense
only you will understand.
I will compose a fairy tale out of them
about two hearts
that loved each other
in defiance of bad people.
I will make a fairy tale
about a princess who
died of grief 'cause
she had never known you.
Don't leave me.
Don't leave me.
Don't leave me.
It happens that
the biggest glow is
thrown out of the volcano
that seemed to die long time ago.
The edge of the fields burnt down
will give birth to more grain
than green May
in the time of spring storms
when the thorn of the moon
shines against the sky
and the redness and blackness
don't want to part.
Don't leave me.
Don't leave me.
Don't leave me.
Don't leave me.
There'll be no more tears,
there'll be no more words.
It is what it is,1
just show me such a corner,
a little corner
where I can hear your laughter,
see your face.
When the circle of the sun rises,
every day I want to be the shadow of your hands,
the shadow of your dog.
Don't leave me.
Don't leave me.
1. idiom: it is what it is: the situation, circumstance, or outcome has already happened or been decided or established, so it must be accepted even if it is undesirable