Higanbana - Счастье
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When the sun sinks low
And the sea spits out the stars,
A pale-flanked goddess
Will shroud the concrete city.

I’ll pull you close to me;
The mooring lines of tenderness will snap.
I’ll wait until you fall asleep,
Then I’ll start showering you with questions.

What is freedom?
I haven’t grasped its nature yet,
But it feels as though everyone wants to snatch it away—
By clamping a muzzle onto me.

I’ve grown used to it—grown a little stronger, too.
But will *you* be able to adapt,
Once you’ve grown up a little more,
Becoming a mere surrogate for your own emptiness?

I haven’t understood a thing,
Though I could tell you so much.
I love her, and I love my cigarettes—
Let them try to take *that* away.

Sativa smoke, concrete blocks,
Mistakes—a serpentine ribbon of glass.
My happiness resides within my home;
Covet it, and you’ll burn to ash.

Everything feels so gray; I see no colors now—
Though I remember them from childhood books
And coloring pages.
The heat hasn’t been turned on yet;
It’s cold again.
I need no pretext—words are just water;
To find warmth in the silence, having *you* is enough.
Cigarettes, dreams of concerts,
Working in the service industry—
Scribbling poems on my knee during breaks.
The clinking of bottles, the sound of weed on the line—
All this makes up my rotten, spring season.
Lost on the journey,
Though once I was full of self-assurance.
Now, all that’s left is to gather the scraps of time.
It’s four in the morning again;
Just five hours of sleep remain.
Bitter smoke drifts into the window, into the bosom of the home—
A spit not into eternity, but simply into the void.
Tell me how to live, and where to look—
But remember: the cake always carries the faint taste of a knife.

I haven’t understood a thing,
Though I could tell you so much.
I love her, and I love my cigarettes—
Let them try to take *that* away.