I
The night has come and I feel
a darkness becomes real.
And flashing lights of the street
reverberate under feet.
No fear to forget,
but it's hard to regret,
and you going away.
A single rose and kerchief -
that's all you wanted to leave
for me. And what's with my heart?
You take it away. It's dark
on the street.
And I'm alone.
You will never, never come back home.
II
I gave up the work and began to smoke,
I locked my door. I talked to silence
of my diary. I was dying.
I was crying.
I was trying
to rewind the time back.
Please come back.
Every day I missed you.
Every night I dreamed of
you was near me.
I was feeling you.
It was kliing me.
But I was still alone.
You will never, never come back home.
III
There came autumn. And nights
became cold. I didn't cry.
I looked to the window,
like a widow with unwinking look.
I remembered myself
but it was too late.
It was a little too late.
I opened the door,
I came back to my work,
I gave up smoking
But the sky, that I spoke to
told me, that in spite of
my song,
You will never come back home