Final
I had been writing songs – and
I still do.
These songs are not for any
music, dear.
They are love-songs, about me
and you,
The songs of heart that I
continue hearing.
I thought I finished, I
explained and said
All that I could about feelings
and emotions,
But I can’t stop, and still
I’m feeling sad.
I’m trying to explain… and
here goes my notion.
I’m pleased by sadness of the
love…
That’s true; this feeling is
so pleasant,
That I don’t want to lose it.
Is it stuff?
I wonder. I reflect. It hasn’t
Left me alone, and still I’m
thinking about you.
I said I didn’t feel my love,
and that is also true,
But I am really unable to
forget you,
And I continue thinking after
we are through.
And still I listen for “L’été indien”…
The words “je
t’aime” are not actual for me,
But there’re other reasonable
sayings,
Like “où
es-tu” and “que fais-tu”,
they seem to be
The explanations of my feeling
which is staying.
I can get rid of love I felt
to you,
But I’m unable to feel nothing
to your living,
Your destiny, your path… My
dreams would not come true,
But I’ll continue thinking,
wondering and dreaming.
If you have trouble you can
count upon me.
I will support you in whatever
situation.
By now I'll be trying to be
near and to be
At least a friend – without
continuation.