You’re brooding obstinately and to conceal it try
You look at the window with sorrow in your eye
Yet you love me more than the life itself
You said it to me in the past year yourself
I did not see you now for a month
And nothing, perhaps I am a bit paler
A little sleepy, less talkative a little
But it seems you can exist without the air
When you had a luck, which doesn’t ever happen
Somebody’s body and the whole wide world
And you stay with a picture solely
It feels like not enough
You told me once: when you write me
Don’t type everything on the typewriter
Add one line in your own hand
A couple of words, really not a big deal
Yeah yeah yeah...
You laugh constantly, yet something hides behind it
You look at the sky on the sculptures of the clouds
Yet I am both the sky and the whole wide world
You said it to me in the past year yourself
I did not see you now for a month
And nothing, perhaps I am a bit paler
A little sleepy, less talkative a little
But it seems you can exist without the air