Почти любая раздвинет мне ноги. Любовь

Почти любая раздвинет мне ноги
И целовать будет, как компостер дырявит билеты,
Готов я ключи ей отдать, дом и всё что имею,
Но не хочу! Не хочу я за «это».
Сердце хочу принести на ладошках,
Чтобы она к  себе поместила,
И души наши соединила,
Едино, едино, едино чтоб было.

Губ касаться её буду пальцами,
Брови, ресницы губами трону,
И обниму крепко накрепко,
И на руках понесу до дома.
Когда заснёт она на диване,
Я сон её охранять буду трепетно,
И скажу тогда просто ангелам:
Люблю её совсем не за «это».
И с каждым дыханием, с каждым вздохом,
Без страха скажу и совсем без упрёка:
Спасибо, что есть у меня ОНА,
Готов «Аллелуя» петь до утра.

16.10.2026 Гаага, Абарбанель


Almost any girl would spread her legs for me
And kiss me the way a ticket-puncher punches holes in tickets,
I’d be ready to hand her the keys, the house and everything I own —
But I don’t want it. I don’t want it for “that”.
I want to bring her my heart on open palms,
So she can take it and place it inside herself,
And our souls would join,
One, one, one — so that we become one.
I’ll touch her lips with my fingers,
Brush her brows and lashes with my lips,
And hold her tight, so tight,
And carry her home in my arms.
When she falls asleep on the sofa,
I’ll guard her sleep with such care,
And then I’ll simply say to the angels:
I love her not at all for “that”.
And with every breath, with every sigh,
Without fear and without a single reproach
I’ll say: Thank you that she exists —
I’m ready to sing “Hallelujah” till morning.

16.10.2026 The Hague, Abarbanel




Another cigarette picked up my keys and left
Those walls were closing in on me
The rain was falling down. I felt my heart just pound
With thoughts of how we used to be
It started months ago. Your distance on the phone
I tried to change so we'd agree
Do what you want to do. I know that we are through
But tell me why you had to leave
Goodbye. Lonely words are in my mind
Your eyes don't hide, your love has died
You're touchin' someone else tonight
So goodbye. Don't forget that you were mine
I'll try to keep my tears inside. Goodbye
The clock is ticking loud. It seems the only sound
That fills this empty place of need
Reflections on your face. Your lighter near the vase
Your lipstick on the glass by mes

Goodbye
Liedje van Roberto Zanetti ; 1989