We die when our friends die,
when at once the world becomes smaller by one daring dream.
And the song becomes lower by one ringing voice.
And our soul turns into a ruined nest
with no one mighty to bring the nestling back.
They live while we live on
Every moment we dream
they dream with us
Every moment we sing, enjoy the sunlight, smile at children playing
they are inevitably, invisibly glad for our sake…
As some time we will
for the sake of those
left to live for us on this Earth.
18 мая 2007
We die when our friends die...
© Copyright: Лакуна Матата, 2008
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