The city is going to sleep.
I’m sitting and waiting for you.
The darkness of this night is deep.
The pictures I’m seeing are so new.
The moon is my twin on the sky.
The moon is a singer of stars.
Oh, teach me, my moon, how to fly!
Tonight you’re a beautiful tsar.
My moon on the sky, how to live?
I envy, because you are free.
Explain me, why should I forgive?
Oh, listen to me and my plea.
My moon, you are closer to God,
So ask Him to help me tonight.
I’m dreaming, and this dream is odd.
I’m dying, but, friend, it’s all right.
The sun will kill you in the morning.
So we have no more than an hour.
But you are so calm and I’m worrying.
You’re smiling, I want you to lour.
One minute, one second, my friend.
Goodbye! I’ll remember your eyes.
I don’t want this moment to end,
The night is so silent and wise.
My Moon
© Copyright: Маитаэ, 2012
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