the mcdonald s holiday

you said “don’t”, but i had enough time to fall in love with you. i told myself “don’t”, but i didn’t have the strength to stop spring flowers blooming. when tenderness comes, mind is powerless. we spoke english during our short meetings, i didn't use to understand you, but you understand me because you want it. i said everything i wanted because i wanted to speak.

but language can’t describe anything about love. we can’t agree on love. we can’t protect ourselves against love. because everything in this world happens at its will. when we finally realize it, nothing can stop us. heaven will come as you came to me after a shower with a half a bottle of wine. with sadness in your eyes. and each and every song became about you.

i love you as if you were an angel, but i know it’s far from it.

we were not just sleeping, it was a great disaster or the creation of this shitty world.

but why do i remember us dancing and me touching your wings on your back?

why do i want to save you from tears and carry them around the world?  and why is there nothing sadder than your tears?

why do i want to keep your kisses a secret from the world but at the same time i want everybody to know it?

why do i walk in the street or through the mall and see you in everyone i meet? 

and why, when i buy the same wine we had together (dry french merlot) and the pack of cigarettes, a shop assistant will give me a look with eyes as full of sadness and love as yours. and will also quietly tell me: “dear, everything that’s already happened, will never happen again, and yet you should believe in our meeting and we will meet indeed.

you’ve broken my heart, but then you reassembled it and made it even better. There is no more place for jealousy and despondency. the spring flowers are reaching out towards heaven to kiss it.

we had everything. after each quarrel, we had a mcdonald’s holiday.
we lived as the beat generation taught us, we sought to reach nirvana, which was packed in the british punks’ songs.
at least, we made history and we fade into history.
kiss you, my baby.

.............. you.
bye bye.