The night

The night wraps the windows in a rustling blackness,
the hands of the clock dimly gaze at the empty dial.
Somewhere, your voice sounds through the deafening silence —
the world grows tighter with the sound of your steps.
But if we remove all the reasons,
but if we remove all the reasons,
we will become like two magnitudes,
we will become like two magnitudes,
that are above both truth and lies.

Time rushes past us at the speed of unseen arrows,
but as soon as you catch a glance — it suddenly stops.
Thoughts line up before the boundary
of a bright streak, waiting in the shadows of separation.
But if we remove all the reasons,
but if we remove all the reasons,
we will become like two magnitudes,
we will become like two magnitudes,
that are above both truth and lies.

Rain taps on the asphalt like an old poem in verses,
as if washing away the traces of unfulfilled hopes.
Only the heart beats where they prophesy our meeting,
and once again sounds your favorite tender ringing laughter.
But if we remove all the reasons,
but if we remove all the reasons,
we will become like two magnitudes,
we will become like two magnitudes,
that are above both truth and lies.

The heavens have spread their wings over your fate,
and in my soul, melancholy has spilled.
Everything flows forward and backward in a senseless struggle,
and the days swirl like smoke around you alone.
But if we remove all the reasons,
but if we remove all the reasons,
we will become like two magnitudes,
we will become like two magnitudes,
that are above both truth and lies.