Яна Мкр - Остается любить
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All that remains for us in a world where it's customary to endlessly accumulate
Frantically, as if it's the last time, as if death is already on our shoulders, is to love
To stain an expensive dress with cheap wine
To hug someone until it crunches
Knowing that this, too, will inevitably end
In a world where everyone is simply loneliness.
In a world where time is just someone's concept
Eat your pasta with pepper!
Pawn your gold chain at the nearest pawnshop, close to your house
And remember: no one is ever to blame!
Dial the number you want right now, frantically
And scream until the sound in your torn vocal cords runs out
Scream about love: just don't hit them right in the forehead
Everything that accumulates will never fit into a coffin
And you won't make it, I bet you won't make it! While you're working, stuck in traffic, losing weight,
Paying bills, taking out loans, choosing a nail polish color,
While you're squabbling with your boss like a dog,
While you're badmouthing your subordinates, racking up points,
You won't have time to pick out those glasses
While you'll see the stars in the sky, and (ugh, how corny) in puddles,
And there will always be those around you who don't need you.
There's no time! It all ended a thousand years ago.
While you were choosing your perfect outfit,
The party's over, and all that's left for us here is to love! No matter how many times it all falls apart
No matter how many times it breaks us, no matter how many times it divides us in half
Write your life plan on a huge piece of paper
And then roll it into a tube and use it as a telescope
Park the car under a no-stop sign
And finally, walk barefoot on this stupid cobblestone street
And your ironed shirt is wrinkled
That's not even the worst vice, and being late for the meeting!
And show up in the evening
Very drunk with vanilla ice cream, a stained sleeve
There is no "someday" or "later"
You haven't accomplished everything you planned by 30
All that remains is to understand that you can't carry everything with you
And the lighter the load, the more interesting this winding path
I kiss you. Forgive me, forget me! There's so much I want to do, so incredibly much, that I don't have time for.
And instead, I sing to the "watchmen" in the early morning.
Call the wrong taxi, open the wrong door.
I don't need your truth, I need your faith!
In this life, in me, in the blue unicorn.
This amazing road.
On which I want to fall, scrape my knees.
Become a mad victim, of mad laziness.
Earn money and spend every last ruble this very night.
I want a thousand and one nights, a thousand and first day.
Meet someone who sends shivers down the back of my neck.
I write down my wishes, stuff them in a bottle.
Throw them into the sea, and I passionately believe in genie.
Rewatching Aladdin for the hundredth time, getting a Simba tattooed on my chest, not for the sake of meaning, but just so I can...
Not saying out loud those leaking words.
"I love you." There are a thousand ways to say it louder:
Brew morning coffee, wake up in Sochi
Pull on your shirt, finally learn to bake
Keep your first movie tickets, save them
Write a handwritten letter, offer you a chair in time
Hug you from behind when you're already asleep
Make stupid and unfunny jokes, but laugh really loudly
Hug. Hug sincerely.
That's all. What's this winding road worth?
Believing that you'll finally meet that unicorn
And not having met him, honestly, not regret anything
You'll never be able to do everything.
And the only thing that remains in this frantic rush is
Frantically, as if for the last time, as if death is already on your shoulder.