What awaits us after life?
Just a slow dream with no fantasies
Just a syncope, where there’s
Neither happiness, nor tears.
And where the endless years
Will pass in just a moment
Which even might not exist
Here, in reality?
What, if we
Will die because of our own aspirations,
Will die because of our dream,
That is running away from us just like horizon?
Over and over again?
Shall we find
The answer inside of ourselves, in this war?
Shall we reach the end
Of our unrealizable path
In such terrestrial conditions?
Why do we value the world,
What do we get from our feelings?
Because it doesn’t always seem
To be like a wonderful dream.
Or, maybe, she is right:
The meaning of everything is in happiness only,
And, if our world is just pain,
It’s time to get rid of it?
What, if we
Are searching for the secrets in places where there’s none?
As for the questions “What is life?”
And “what is its value?”,
I was given a simple answer
But shall we find
That illusive light in the dark?
Shall we reach the end
Of our unrealizable path
In the haze of the upcoming years?
How am I supposed to believe
That, from now on, I won’t see you again?
How could it even be
That I’ll never ever see you again?!
It’s unlikely that
I took that strange resemblance seriously back then
But I’ve fallen in love just like in a dream
As if miracles really existed!
The heavy drops of rain
Are falling down forming a single cold wall
And the train is quietly going further,
Moving over the black magnet steel line
And the lights are flying
Into the night in their mad race, and it doesn’t matter anymore
Why does this world around us exist
Why we’ve even appeared there one day
The world that has pain
No longer has the right to live as it did before:
It has to become different,
Or it’s not worth
Keeping it alive.
The rain over earth
Has washed away the dust of the past from our memory
We shall reach the end
Of our unrealizable path, no matter what
The world has frozen in front of us…