The Forgotten Guest

A guest forgotten in the dark,
Nothing is new beneath the moon,
The same old roles, the same old masks,
You want the body — nothing more.

And what of soul? It stays unsaid,
Like that lost guest you never see;
It’s not the first time in the night
It fades in quiet, silently.

We step again into the ring,
Through whispered turns and lines of tango,
Where every gesture, every sound
Is just a veil to hide the hollow.

You’re drawn to shoulders, lips and skin,
The tender warmth of hands you trace,
But there’s no key, believe me now,
No hidden door to empty grace.

And where’s the soul? Oh tell me where?
When did you ever call its name?
Or is it like light on the wine —
A fleeting spark, a fragile flame?

Farewell — I will not wait for you
To understand what should be known;
I’d rather breathe in quiet air
Than be a mystery you own.

I’ll end my dance here on my own,
No watchful, calculating eyes;
You keep the moon, the shape, the form —
A body left that never flies.
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This song is rooted in its Russian text.
Переведено и адаптировано на английский моё стихотворение «Гость в тёмном зале».
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