Кишлак - Дыма
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Before I grow old, I wanted—just once—
To be inside you, in a vineyard field;
To catch the scent of Amsterdam;
To spill my blood across the bars;
To become someone’s deepest fear;
To drink the Barents Sea.

Before I grow old, I wanted—just once—
To witness someone’s death, to weep and mourn;
To fall asleep to the song of cicadas;
To dance barefoot on broken glass;
To keep all our secrets hidden;
To burn every banknote to ash.

Borne on the scent of nature,
I will spread my wings,
And together—you and I—
We will vanish beneath a thick layer of smoke.

Before I love, I wanted—just once—
To buy love, and fall ill with it;
To drain every glass to the very dregs;
To spit upon the buffet spread;
To swear I’m not drunk—
Even as Letov plays inside my head.

Before I leave, I wanted—just once—
To smoke *you* instead of cigarettes—
A shade of rosy pink,
Mingled with the taste of your blood.
You will never see my tears;
I will hide them from you all, forever.

Beneath a thick layer of smoke...
Beneath a thick layer of smoke...
Beneath a thick layer of smoke...
Beneath a thick layer of smoke...