The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
I remember that day
When we sat across the table in the old bar.
It was raining outside,
And we pretended to look at it,
Trying to glance at each other without making it known.
I poured a drink for you
And you poured one for me.
But the bottle remained between us;
And it still
Remains between us.
I drink
And you break the bottles,
You drink
And I hide the bottles
For me to drink.
I remember that day
When we sat across the table in the old bar,
Because that day never happened
Again.
I remember that day
When we sat across the table in the old bar.
And even drinking is not giving me joy anymore.
I drink
And you break the bottles.
But you're not there today,
So I break them myself
On the wall,
On the piano I gifted you,
On my head.
And the blood flows,
And the room blurs,
And I see a face I don’t want to see.
And the blood flows,
And the room blurs,
And I feel your arm around my neck,
Your hair,
Your breath,
Your beating heart.
I hated you
But you came,
I hated myself
But you came.
It's too late.
The blur will become darkness,
But you came.
And that's enough for me.
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