My day is over - it was full of thoughts
About you. The Time turns its wheel;
The night is here – let me dream, my Lord,
Let me imagine how we would meet,
Just you and me – two souls in the world
Of pure nonsense. Would you be the wind
And me - the sail? Would you be the sword
And me – the sheath? Or would you be the plough
And me – the ploughland?! Oh, no, you would not!
And I would not! We’ll stay ourselves! Though…
It will not be such a lofty thought…
But who would care? I am truly yours
And you will take it so for what it’s worth.
