The lamp is dark again
And calendars all lie
And if you waited long
To tell me something then
Please don't be shy
All sounds could mislead,
But silence is worse
When in the midst of fun a glass
Of wine falls
From hands of yours
And dark-black cabinet
And bullet waits in gun
So quiet that in depths
I hear the subway cart
Is passing by
Square filled with regiments,
It's lost how writing ends
And in the phone receiver
After many years I hear
"Beep" rudiments
Somewhere door will slam
And faltered wires fly
Hello,
We're getting happy now
And for all times
Hello,
We're getting happy now
And for all times