My unease

Sunday evening's come to its end,
Sand from the hourglass softly descends.
You read my unease upon my face,
And rush our habit to the station place.

A quick kiss and just a couple of lines,
Taxi to the door, the route we know fine.
Forgive the homelessness in my eyes,
I tear from the bed to night trains' cries.

[Chorus]
In Moscow so many different plans,
Some were born, and some have died,
But for friends, thank God, I've been blessed,
In Nizhny and Moscow, luck's on my side.
I've reviewed so many plans,
And composed so many rhymes,
Reflecting in windows like on screens,
To you I return all the time.

Platskartny car, white sheets so neat,
Half-dark in the quiet wagon's retreat.
This night we won't be just us two,
I left you part of my warmth, at home it's true.

Night picks up pace to the wheels' steady clack,
Familiar diafilm on the ceiling track.
Feeling Moscow's ice on my skin,
I sense myself a burnt-out match within.

[Chorus]

I'll think, recall something from the past,
Toss and turn, trying comfort to grasp.
To grieve, to love, to dream...
And fall asleep,
Waking in sleepless Moscow at dawn's gleam.

Sunday evening's come to its end,
Sand from the hourglass softly descends.
You read my unease upon my face,
And rush our habit to the station place.

[Chorus]

02.02.2022

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