Don t burn my poems

Thin fingers grip the written sheet,
Your gaze is glassy and terrifyingly clear.
We divided the evening into "before" and "after",
Like cutting an abandoned house in two.
The echo of footsteps is stuck in the empty corridor,
We are drowning together in this indoor sea.


Leave the lighter. Give time a chance.
This is not trash. This is our dissonance.

Припев
Don't burn my poems.
They are all that's left of the honest minutes.
Don't burn my poems.
Hidden there are those who no longer wait for us.
In this smoke, we will lose ourselves.
Drop them on the table. Leave without destroying.


The record scratches - some forgotten motive,
You look through the wall, having forgiven everything in the world,
But the thirst for a finale pushes your hand to the candle,
As if the answers are drawn on the ray.
Words don't burn - they just change their color,
Leaving an invisible mark on the heart.


Do you think the flame will cleanse yesterday?
But the light from the fire only casts a shadow.
Every letter is like a scar on thin glass,
Don't hide our memory in this gray ash.



Припев
Don't burn my poems.
They are all that's left of the honest minutes.
Don't burn my poems.
Hidden there are those who no longer wait for us.
In this smoke, we will lose ourselves.
Drop them on the table. Leave without destroying.


A quarter to three.
Window. Darkness.
Don't burn.
Let there be just... emptiness.