A Letter
Artist: Splin
If only you got caught into summer storm
On July summer night, on the Baltic Bay
You haven’t seen the magic of these lines
The wave that’s so pleasant to touch
The sand that the stones are scattered on
That picture that’s never changing here
If only we could get on that train again
That runs through this time belt
Towards the needle which shows to the pole
The window with the ever changing picture
It will never reflect the party we had on the coach,
And we’ll never wake up next morning together
The night is late
At last I’ve reached the point.
The address, the post-office…
Don’t get worried for I’ll never give a line to you
Silent voices
Hardly reach my ear at night
Letters are dancing
I’m writing but never waiting for an answer
Thoughts and rhymes
The light and sounds all that remained
Numbers are dying out
I called just to hear the voice
The rider(horseman) has stopped
The rider has stopped, the river got too tight in its bed
Boarders and lines
I love no needing a reply
Translation by olenka-ga©