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Moscow is silent

Inspiration: Ivanenko Kristina

«Walking around Moscow in a strange state of mind»

Again silent, without giving a sign,

As if they are not familiar and not good friends,

So I want to roar, tear my hair and cry,

But I’m a man, and that’s impossible.

And again coffee is my great friend,

And thoughts randomly wander in the dark,

From experiences again I can not sleep,

Everything was fine for a week, but now it’s empty.

Again calm, like the moment before the storm,

I let you go again without pain and loss,

Without controversy and despondency, and come what may,

And I can not do anything, I roar like a beast.

Moscow is silent, as if it knows everything about everything,

Only quietly whispers that everything will be forgotten, it will pass,

«What do you love the wrong one, my naive fool,

He lives with another, he only loves you, hopes and waits.