It is true, my love, the way you write:
Everything else around is easier as in my soul.
And somehow parallel worlds
In which we live might intersect.
You will come back to me, won’t you?
My steps alone, insecure
Will regain its balance,
Our souls will wander again, blue heights:
The thoughts will be washed in white
Words of love,
The bodies will purify their blood…
I will be happy again your love slave!
I remember painfully the last day
Of our meeting,
The last moment spent together,
Because forever exists one last day,
One last moment, isn’t it?
The moment in which your hand
Slips undecided
On the cold, metallic handle of the door…
Our ideals had crumbled then,
Like some stones from the top of a mountain,
Shattering in thousands of pieces…
But the great kingdom of silence between us,
Can be broken with just one stone,
The stone from the rock of memories!
You will come back to me, my love, won’t you?