I promise to return - never, never.
When short autumn burns with pale fire of the skies,
When trains huddle together in the cold of the night,
And if we were to wake up, we'll never fall asleep.
So give me air and I'll become your wing.
I'll give you a gale and maybe even storm.
Your time flows after me like a molten glass,
My dreams about you remained far beneath.
Down there the snowstorms will wake up, their air light and wild
And song of waxbirds will ring as icy water
For our unfinished songs, my dear, for what you won't find in books
I promise to return in our personal never
Not autumn slumber over an embossed binding -
It's dreams coming for us, the dreams are coming on a hunt,
For a bear, for a parting they carry taut bows,
And harpoon for a white night and a white whale.
So give me air and I'll become your wing
I'll give you a gale and maybe even storm
Your time flows after me like a molten glass
My dreams about you remained far beneath and
Before you wake up watch how from your ship
Fear, like a rat, jumps, barely touching broadsides
And you're watching the blue Earth swimming by
On the backs of cold smooth black whales.