Oh, how once you loved me!
You would swear on stars, gods, rings, lives...
But now no longer are you mine.
I fall into darkness, velvet nights, cold exile, Siberian winter.
You want to fall into her arms, apple blossoms, sunny autumn afternoons.
I want to throw up,
Lose my heart, my love, my emotions.
You want none of that.
You do not allow me to move on,
My oppressive czar, you do not leave time for me to flee.
But you seek her and find her,
And watch me cry and whither,
Like those apple blossoms in winter.
It's dead, it's over, but the photographs and memories of our apple blossoms linger and live on.
How tired and old I feel,
We are... No more. |
Submission Name: Apple Blossoms, Siberian Winters.
