We are drinking alone

We are drinking alone
(I'm so drunk, you're so pretty)
In the opposite zones
Of this frost-bitten city.

There is something you wanted to tell me.
For sure.
Still you're silent:
It's a perfect device to allure.

But it's crossed all the lines:
red and white, black and crimson... -
All the colors of vines
That hold my sadness in prison.

I'd better stay with my moan
Than with a coward (yet pretty).
Let us drink all alone
In this somnolent city!