I miss you
There is a question for what to miss –
It’s only seven days of separation.
But still I miss you, it's enough to make you cry.
The dishes are a lot –
I never have time for it,
And I again forgot to water your century plant.
Friends are inviting – let’s go
For barbecue party,
But I’m not going – I like my spleen.
In familiar mise-en-scène of my days
Everything looks different,
When you have to live alone.
I miss you,
Like apostle seeking sacramental sorrows.
I miss you –
That’s the main reason.
There is a question for what to miss?
It is considered to be useful
To be apart for sometime.
And I still try to start
Living rigorous logic,
But logic can’t understand the love.
And our usual way of life,
Where vanity of vanities hold everything,
Prevent us hearing the cry
Of this world,
That we live wrong way and with wrong aim.
I miss you,
Like a desert missing white snow.
I miss you –
There is nothing I can do.
There is a question for what to miss?
Only one week will pass
And everything’ll become as usual.
Domestic chores, friends,
A mountain of work to do,
Life is quite usual.
And only noticed the first snow,
I will remember how life can be short,
That it will never come again
And that the most wonderful thing in this world is – you.
I miss you,
Like nestling for it’s flock.
I miss you –
It can be so sometimes.
I miss you.
I miss you.