I have a long dream colored and strange,
in it I'm still a student and single,
a year without a number and a city without a name,
big, beautiful, but completely empty.
Where, in the rhythm of a waltz, the music is foreign
sounds, in space a booming, without end,
and I love you, girl,
I don't remember your face, though...
Dark. It's like morning. Or the evening?
My soul is shivering from the draught.
I'm in a hurry, almost running to meet you,
but you're getting more distant.
And I, stubbornly, am eager to you, favorite,
lost in the mazes of the void,
wanting a moment to return the unique,
when you still loved me...
And, like, I understand that it is not necessary,
get used to new year's movies,
that it is unlikely to calm the soul
and that girl's been gone a long time.
But sleep, like an animal, does not let me go,
clinging to the flesh growls: "I will not let go!»
And I to it, as to life, getting used,
looking for you, looking for you, looking for you again...
& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; January 1, 2020