When swallows' first flight come to end
and tiredly you return home.
throught the window you'll see words from bright lamps
I'll write for you "Don't fear, I'm with you".
we can only exist on distance and floating,
fall if you want, I will not interfere, fly if you want, fly~.
But I, cut the ropes a thousand times,
Screamed to my self "leaving forever"
uncertain how I survived till morning, Salut Vera.
But I, whether with you, or alone,
can't run further, nor come closer.
before I ever change numbers, Salut Vera.
you don't materialize, neither in my Friday dreams.*
you don't respond to any code.
you never mistake, and I more frequently imagine, that's a messenger from unforseen worlds.
we can only exist on distance and floating,
fall if you want, I will not interfere, fly if you want, fly~.
But I, cut the ropes a thousand times,
Screamed to my self "leaving forever"
uncertain how I survived till morning, Salut Vera.
But I, whether with you, or alone,
can't run further, nor come closer.
before I ever change numbers, Salut Vera.