We are living in dreams – in the parallel worlds,
Separated by hundreds of lines
There’s a wall between them and the fear that prevents
Us to come up and to look behind
.
I go bed with the dusk; you get up with the dawn,
It drops funeral light on my face,
And if I leave away, you’ll come back to the town
Nothing else can be like this disgrace.
I see vision of you in my ill-natured dreams
Where the happiness easy and true
I won’t give it to anyone, never release
And I’ll never confide it to you
But you won’t hear the callings from your Moon’s empty side
They are sent by my heart from below
You will hurt me again; you’ll look down in my eyes,
You’ll consider: this is just a show.