Hope is dying with each passing day,
But love is still alive...
And the heart beats in painful unison
Driving blood through our veins...
We dilute our faith with vodka, half and half,
But it burns fiercer than napalm,
All our cherished dreams,
Leaving only cigarette smoke behind...
Microwaves shake the air:
I'm talking to you on the phone
But you don't hear me,
You don't remember me anymore...
Distance separates us
And parting brings us closer,
I'm just tearing into pieces
And wasting nerves is useless —
The result is just short beeps...
And it's okay if it happens
That we don't get to say goodbye:
Everything will pass someday,
Only to repeat again.
And again the air carries my waves
You pick up the phone
We talk about different things:
You don't want to hear me,
You can't remember me anymore —
I press 'end call'...
Hope is dying
© Copyright: Сергей Стецко, 2026
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