Only one more spring is yours and mine.
and then it's time for new loves.
to sail in quietly in these dreams.
One more swallow flies to here wind calls me.
And I have collected wrinkles around eyes.
like souvenirs of tired dawns.
Yes, that's me,I revenge on myself.
when I feel you.
Who am I without you.
Postman without address.
Pilot without stewardess.
Like a child whose mother doesn't recognize him.
Who am I without you.
Tired king without a crown.
Musician without golden chord.
Wounded wolf in snow that silently dies.