A very strong frost gave us the night.
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The beast in the sky flies home.
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Square window soaked through
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The train patterns of the road at night.
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And the silence of the forests, the singing of closed birds.
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My weather gives something of its own.
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I have no words, and you have no faces.
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And all my screams fly away into the glass.
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I'm alone again, so be it, that's life.
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I'd rather be alone, and not in mother earth.
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And I will drown all my grievances.
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I will cut it with a blizzard and hide it in myself.
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And the trees are silent. |
What to say?
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So good that you're afraid to look.
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The train is running, and I'm thirsty.
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There is tea by the window. |
He cooled down - so be it.
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And the wheels sing, and the wheels knock,
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Reflecting in me with a strong beating of hearts.
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In the sky, the stars are simply silent.
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They just look at me. |
They just look after me.
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Ah, thank you night for being by my side.
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Thank you for not leaving until the morning.
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Thank you for not needing another.
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Thank you for needing me.
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This is a stone pulse, an obsession, a station,
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This is what has been living for a thousand years.
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Sorry, I'm crying: I'm just tired
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I just hate daylight.
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I just don't need to walk during the day
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I'd better go to my forest at night.
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And it's better to go alone, not together,
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One to die and laugh for all.
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At home, too, my forest will meet me with snow.
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I will smile at him and fall into him.
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I will forget about everything, I will forget myself,
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I will forget about the cold, I will be in the snow.
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And native birches will cry with me,
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When I gently start to press them to me.
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But I will see tears only in the spring,
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But I'll definitely come, I don't care about the streams.
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In the meantime, I'm swinging between white branches,
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For some reason, a tear rolled down from my eyes.
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But the frost draws on the glass for me - don't you dare,
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He says that it is not spring yet. |