As a stranger walking out of drizzle...

As a stranger walking out of drizzle.
As a homeless dog barking at the Moon.
Me, who thought I was lonesome.
Him, who knows what love is.

Why don’t you try to forget your feeling...
Why don’t you ask me, why I never believe in faith...
As you can see not everyone going to see blue sky.

For some it’s wind and for some it’s smoke.
For some it’s falling snow and for some it’s a fire which burns.

Why don’t people understand...
Why don’t you just do simple thing...
All you need is a drop of milk and a slice of bread,
And those clouds and blue sky...
More than ever now you need to feel, need to love and believe.
So, don’t be afraid to show a few tears...it’s all right
And your worst fears will be disappear...yes they will.

Your life is devotion to clear water
Your life is a present to me and to them...
And when you will be leaving red poppies,
Don’t cry ...please don’t cry; it’s just a grave...


August 27, 1996
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov