This Evening

………………………....................…To Eric

It’s evening. Yes, I don’t feel good.
I feel that I’ve misunderstood
Your feelings. Your enchanting look
For something else I must have took…

The moonlight. No, I don’t feel sick
I feel resented, silly, weak…
I pray to see you once again,
But hear from you the same, the same.

It’s daybreak. Oh, I haven’t slept
All night, the memories, they wept
Inside my cold forgetful mind…
As though Gomorra looks behind..

I faint; the day; I have no peace,
I did not come here for this.
Who is that image in my head?
The feeling born from feelings dead.

The circle starts again tonight,
But I have no desire to fight
It back. On my accord
I do confess to this resort.

All that I have to say to you
Is that I see, I see you through:
I see your battle deep inside,
I see you want me off your mind.

It’s evening. I can deal with it,
But you still can’t and won’t meet
With me to purify your heart.
The music. It was our start. 

Well, do not let it be the end.

 

4 марта 2004