У нас с тобою не будет... ремонтов, покупок...

We will not be with you ...
repairs, purchases and cottages ...
a series of family everyday life
and domestic failures.
There will be no banal "bitter"
common rings on the hands
family photo albums,
mother’s support in the eyes ...
Budget, apartments, work,
for the holiday of spring roses ...
Life and care are not together ...
And the blanket apart ...
In the kitchen of unwashed utensils ...
Dressed up Christmas tree in winter ...
There will be no evening walks ...
And return home.
Sea trips and plans
for next year and forever,
two towels in the bathroom,
support mutual friends ...
Buy-along-the-road notes
The questions "what time to go home?"
There will be "I have many of you."
There will be no "forever mine" ...

Another's apartment ... curtains,
drawn to dark ...
Midnight Talk
the warmth of frank dreams ...
Farewell, you don’t know how much,
and every time as if for a century
One on one ... and only
when it’s impossible to endure ...
The road home alone
masks for those who are waiting ...
At night, sad lines
thoughts crazy flight ...
And the warm "I miss"
replaces a thousand words
and five minutes by tram -
a hundred empty evenings.

I know lovers are not judged
they are stupidly blind.
Will we have nothing?
The universal "we" alone ...