Leave me alone. I want it really much.
No explanations or hard feelings
I won’t answer anything. I’ll just keep quiet.
And please, forgive my broken bearing.

I am so tired of other problems,
And silly fuss and needless dramas.
I just want silence! You hear me? Silence!
And not in whisper, but stone-dead! Yes!

I don’t want dramas with you any more.
I’m sick of arguments at nights at all.
And that’s enough of all these ******, base-league fool quips.
No words are needed. Please, be quiet in whole.

Please, just forget me for a day.
And if forever, I will never sorrow.
I am not here. I’m emptiness for all.
I’m tired and done. I won’t be back tomorrow.

Look, what a wonderful night
Is setting like a gentle mist
On these houses, on these people,
And on those two, with a saffron sweet.

And everything’s silent under this night.
And everything sleeps under the dark gaps.
It’s so quiet around, no footstep’s heard.
Only the night sets its own traps.

Those two don’t sleep in this velvet kingdom.
Those two remain silent as guests of dark.
They’re not casual travellers of the Night.
They’re forever and perfectly loyal to their heart.

There’s nothing more magical than these moments!
There’s nothing more beautiful than this love!
The world seems to stop, afraid to disturb them.
This night is for two. They are both above.

I begin to live my life recklessly.
There’s no time for me to look around.
I worked out and let it be so -
I’m free from all empty bounds.

Now I live as if every day is my last.
I no longer think about yesterday.
Everything that happened to me is the past.
I’ll come up with something next day.

I’ll think about tomorrow later,
When it becomes a little bit relevant.
I don’t spend time on any mirages.
I’m hungry for life and so eloquent.

I live recklessly! And God is my judge.
I englut my life! And I’m happy!
Don’t try to understand or teach me.
I write my life as a fair-copy!

I want to look into your eyes
And roll in them all days and nights.
I see my spring in them and actually
I miss them now so very much!

My whole body shudders once,
As I remember your sweet touching.
I know you'll never back again
And I will have exactly nothing

But noble profile, gentle look,
Your mellow voice and sensual lips.
I'm sorry that I can't bring back
Those magic eyes and so blessed whims.

What does it mean to be real truly?
May be to get up elsewise each morning?
Or drink my coffee elsewise all the time?
To hush elsewise or sound for something?

To be real… What does it mean truly?
To meet rules, fashion or weather folly?
Or may be befit you? No love, no suffer, no joy,
No tenderness  - all’s a waste as an ice-lolly.

Don’t think about the sea while watching the sunset?
Don’t dream about the forest while listening to birds?
Don’t walk in the rain and don’t drip with wet?
And don’t have any feelings? No afterwords.

No. I decided one day to be real truly.
But I didn’t break myself while making the same.
I continue to walk in the rain, to drink my coffee.
And I will never tell a lie to myself again.

You were my only first!
You were the one I needed!
When I woke up at first light,
You were my best indeed!

You were so strong for me,
Reliable like a rock!
In moments of agonising anguish
You were my only block!

I never not even thought that
I’d have to confess to you:
I’m sorry, it hurts me, but it can’t be helped,
I have to break up with you.

My bitter coffee of hopes!
My hot coffee of dreams!
Please, know one thing, in my heart forever
You were and you are my essential things!

It was a short and bright love-story.
I’d fit it easily in simple couple lines.
It was complete: the waterfall and whirlblast,
The soulful look, and sighs just days and nights.

But it’s all gone, or it was never happened,
Those love confessions, tremblingly for good.
The flowers wilted and rhetoric fully vanished
The very moment, when the dawn became selfhood.

I bear all in mind: that dawn and bench.
You stroked my hand and you were flatly silent.
I understood it whole. And bade you farewell.
And you went out without a word. You didn’t keep in mind.

The story ended on that sandy beach,
In that soft breeze and in those silken waves.
And now there’re only melancholic memories,
The hollow promises and sea taste on my lips.