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Forgotten and silent an old house,
sleeping long ago, doesn't care about human passions.
It's stones remember each step, each tear,
each falling leaf's moan, each snowflake on the pavement.
Autumn sun will heat its roof, the birds will look
into all its windows, the wind will caress the cold walls,
the moon will whisper the dreams of distant youth.

Behind your window the town is falling asleep.
My path is crowned with stars in a pre-dawn sky...
Your room is flooded with spring morning sunlight
My steps are hidden by December snowstorm
With an old white feather, drowned in raindrops
I write you letters on October leaves.
The winds will retell them to you in dreams
And spring will weave into your hair the song of May

My old lonely house filled with the smell
Of burnt fallen leaves. Sound of passing birds' wings...
Trembling, oldness, twilight...
Candle is fading, books, old photos are in disorder on the floor.
Wind is throwing naked black branches into the window.
I'll not fall asleep this night.
At the dawn behind a pale veil,
I'll see like in black white mute cinema

I'll gather a handful of stars
Sitting in a boat-crescent
Will disperse
The waves-clouds
With chilling wind
Hit the bank shore... tree tops
And descend the branches
To the forest lake