When wars come to an end, and the end`ll be the beginning of the beginning
of all,
I`ll be sitting right here reading Brodsky beneath that going to twilight
sky,
light weight hearted, cross fingered, with a crown of a diamond stone,
staying with it immortal and hoping that someday you can be possibly mine.
We all won all these wars and Brodsky became our sunset breathtaking broad
sky,
choosing the time and the very cloud to stay with a dream to prolong forever.
And we are so new, and cold handed, the very ones who at last are meant to
unlearn to lie.
So overjoyed and young, brown eyed, justified and saying our "no" to never.
Broad sky is a room with heart of tree, keeping our secrets from all
unintended ones.
Tender casket in it which is staying timeless, I hope we`ll deserve to have
it -
this room of sky, that heart of tree, the biggest secret in life which is
made of glass.
When wars come to an end, and the end`ll be the beginning of the beginning
of all,
our breathtaking broad sky is getting wider and wider, so
I`m staying immortal and young, in order to hear only
that you at last "something" me, but surely most of all.