There isn't you in all my dreams
The evening's laying on the sill.
The noise of wind is getting me
Through me and touch my feel.
It is my home where I'm alone
It's empty and the silence howls.
I look at night. I don't wait.
And nobody'll knock at my door.
I want to sleep. The frozen cat,
That was made up of grief by me,
The cat is coming at my bed
To not be lonely here.
I won't forget you never. Know,
My cruel but the dearest One.
And if you can, please, tell me so
What's true and what is wrong?
I left my cover coming you
I'm bored, oh, My Sun, believe:
I'll take my heart till you cann't see
And put to not prevent to live.
You will not see when I'll leave:
Or here I am or I'm not...
Then now my cat will bored me
So I've to come at home...
02.12.1994, Moscow