Вторая половина 3-его. The 2nd half of the 3rd

You’ll still call me again.
  I’ll answer as before...
It’s useless,
  no one to blame – they are
uncountable, the waves
  drawn to the shore
and crashed to death
  against the sharpest rocks.

So desperate, you echo me:
  you searched
for all the same
  I’m searching for on Earth.
The places that attracts us
  are the same.
The silence shrilly screams:
  too much alike!

So helpless, sacrificial,
  we know,
Who instantly deprived us
  of the keys,
but at the same hard pace
  we walk and breathe,
among the thoughts,
  we have the same on mind.

We’d like to greet
  the sunset, hosted by
the constellation of the dreams
  revealed, but yet
the grape that ripens
  at the foot of mounts
refrains itself
  from any fatal falls.

We always talk at midnight,
  three of us,
since God himself
  sits at the table next,
and every hug of yours
  risks so much
becoming mine
  the happiest but last.

However, you…
You’ll still call me again...

August 13, 2025