It seems - why to yearn
Only a week of parting.
But I yearn so, that want to howl like a wolf.
The mountain of dirty plates in kitchen
Can't get around to wash it.
And I forgot to water your agave again.
My friends are calling me
Let's go for barbecue in the countryside,
But I'm not going, my spleen is dearer to me.
In the usual mez-an-scene of days
Everything looks different
When unwittingly you live alone.
I miss you
Like apostle seeking holy torments.
I miss you
That's the thing.
It seems - why to yearn
It's considered useful
To take a week off from each other.
And I keep trying to start
Living with iron logic
But love cannot be crammed into a logic.
And our everyday life,
Developed over the years,
Where vanity of vanities owns everything
Prevents us from hearing the cry
Of grey-haired universe,
That we are living the wrong ways
I miss you
Like desert misses white snows
I miss you
What can be done about it..
It seems - why to yearn
Only a week will pass
And everything will return to normal.
Housework, friends
Work at the limit
In general, life is quite ordinary
And only noticing the first snow
Over the gloomy capital
And chilled flowers near the stalls
I will remember how moment is short
That it won't happen again
And that the most beautiful thing about it is you
I miss you
Like a wounded bird after its flock
I miss you
This is how it happens