On the balcony, where ivy wreathed itself,
I often find you looking at the skies.
You fall apart with every shooting star,
‘Cause you wish on them, always for the same.
Stars seem immortal to our tiny lives,
But we could live few days like butterflies.
No need to turn yourself aside from me,
Do you think weakness is inside your tears?
Our tears, they make us humans after all,
As well as love for Art, we both live for.
Don’t let your life make leather out of skin,
Please keep your beauty longer for a bit!
We won’t fade into gloom, at least this time,
As long as one more star keeps burning, I
Will burn for you and for each of those things
Which made true me after the clay and dust.
Our tears, they make us humans after all
© Copyright: Анастасия Малер, 2022
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