Every message, a hint of attention

EVERY MESSAGE, A HINT OF ATTENTION
 

We won't have our meeting on April 29
My daughter is abroad, she left me behind
She misses her mum, her mother tongue...
I'm flying to Paris – such a beautiful site
I feel hot and cold in the same time
My thoughts are with you, to you they fly,
Thin threads of love between us thereby.
My love, please don't stand aside,
And let me fly with you, side by side
Over those grey-white-blue clouds.

Lay off all your troubles, just enjoy your life,
You are the one who always goes forward
No steps backwards, you are the one
Who's worthy the awards, yes, no doubt.
But in my subconscious there's an alarm
I feel like someone is looking at our mouths
Digs through our thoughts all the time
Someone is throwing salt into our eyes
Or cold wet hale, making us blind
So many villains bred under this sky...

No matter what, we are in love
With great tenderness we hug
I hear your whisper every night
I feel your hands, so nice and warm
I sense your scent, so incorrupt
I melt in you, it is all mine!
I burn, I fade, then I burn again
I feel hot and cold, I shiver in fright
In my thoughts I scream:'Where are you, my love!'
I think you understand me now?...

No, I cannot go to Paris without you
We will be together virtually
It can't be the other way, you will be in me.
Every message, a hint of attention
Even a text message with just a smile
With the smallest regard, like a grain of sand
Even that has sense to me, it's written by your hand
I feel you in it, I feel you beside
This attention like a tear in my eye.
I wait for you to say 'I love you' once more
With all your heart, harnessed by love.


27-04-2014

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AP (the original version – ru)