My Lovesong
I’m listening for a kind of
song,
A song about man and woman.
“L’été
indien” – this is its name.
In my condition, it is moving.
Maybe, for singer text is
abstract,
But now, for me, it is quite
true.
While singing it I needn’t be
an actor,
Alone with my feeling –
feeling blue.
Including sense into my
singing…
Of course, I’ve got a reason
to do this.
The reason is that I can’t
keep from thinking
About you, with whom I’ve once
been singing with.
That time my love inspired me
to sing,
And there also was a sense in
that creation,
A little later, suddenly, love
went away; to bring
It back it seems impossible.
Forever all the passion
Will be a kind of dream of
something passed for me…
I don’t feel love for you, I
don’t feel anymore,
And that’s my state since last
New Year.
But still I thank you for the
love you gave to me.
By now I know that I loved
just the you-ideal.
“Remaining friends – it is the
best for us” –
That time I thought about it
like this, my dear.
And now, surely, I understand:
I can, I must
Keep silent when you go away
from here.
But… it is painful when I let
you go…
My dear, I want you to know:
My old love is somewhere
inside me,
I’ll always love you, my
ideal, my first love,
I will remember you as my
first love.
By now, honey, that’s the
right thing.