by Gennady Kvitkov
Darkened glass and noisy streets
Will tell, that nobody cares
It's never hard to dwell
in emptiness.
Rain's falling from above,
Runs down my cheeks.
In this world no one hears
Your silent lips.
It's how you learn to fly,
Fell on the ground and miss,
Shoot up in crystal sky
With gentle air kiss.
The stars are falling over
My melancholy space.
It hurts but it's alright,
I'll never see this place.
Autumn comes and leaden clouds
Will tell, you're so alone,
Without all the things,
Which have gone
Rain's falling from above,
Runs down my cheeks.
In this world no one hears
Your silent lips.