dawn [Theme]

I pass your home in a slow vermilion dawn,
The blinds are drawn, and the windows are open.
The soft breeze from the lake
Is like your breath upon my cheek.
All day long I walk in the intermittent rainfall.
I pick a vermilion tulip in the deserted park,
Bright raindrops cling to its petals.
At five o'clock it is a lonely color in the city.
I pass your home in a rainy evening,
I can see you faintly, moving between lighted walls.
Late at night I sit before a white sheet of paper,
Until a fallen vermilion petal quivers before me.




Go by your house in the morning languid and ginger.
Closed curtains, open window.
The breeze from the lake
As your breath on my cheek.
Wandering all day, under a drizzle.
Rip scarlet Tulip in the deserted Park.
Brilliant dozhdinki cling to its petals.
At five o'clock only the color remains in the city.
Go by your house on a cloudy evening.
Vaguely see you are moving in a bright room.
At night, sitting in front of a blank sheet of paper
Until you quiver next to the fallen red petal.