И, не, не си отива Любовта.
Била ли е - завинаги остава.
Отиват си човешките неща,
най-незначителните и дребнавите.
Но Любовта стои. Мълчи. Въздиша.
Понякога боли и е виновна.
Понякога поетите я пишат.
Рисуват я по усет и по спомени.
А тя изчаква някакъв момент,
във който да възкръсне ненадейно.
Не си отива Любовта, и, не,
тя не е наша. Хората сме нейни.
A feeling of belonging
ОтговорИзтриванеAnd, No, love doesn’t go away
If Love’s been, then she - stays forever
Things disappear probably one day
But they are petty, on a lower level
But Love just stays, She doesn’t talk, just sighs
She sometimes hurts and She’s the one to blame
Sometimes the poets write about Her lines
And artists paint Her - either by memories or name
And She is simply waiting for a time
To resurrect so suddenly and by surprise
Love doesn’t go away, She is sublime
She isn’t ours, we are hers…she never dies