Do you remember the day we met? I don’t think I do
We were sprouting like a seed someone dropped along the road
Pushing through weeds and stones towards the light
Looking for shards of meaning in broken glass, like in a Sorokin novel
Mixing up honesty with harshness, faith with stubbornness
So young, so awkward, so painfully naive
We thought the world was cardboard, the sky our personal space,
We were flying somewhere, and where — we’d see somehow.
We clambered out of the daily grind somehow, clumsily
Like a passenger at rush hour from the middle of the carriage
Elbowing the shadows aside and secretly hoping
That tomorrow would be at least a little bit different
But somehow branch by branch and here we are, seventeen-odd years on
Still just as imperfect, just as inseparable
Look up there, where the midnight dawn
Plays with the same colours as in our very first winter
And stars from the sky onto fingers
And they don’t melt
On your cheekbones, as a blush,
A winter étude
Let people laugh
And not understand
What do we care about them, they’re there and we’re here
In a white flood upon us
Snow will fall
And tearing the silence apart
Your curly laugh
Getting lost in your eyelashes
That’s my ark
And spinning this song
After the subtitle of Nietzsche’s Thus Spoke Zarathustra: “A Book for All and None.”
Yes, I know, it’s silly, of course.
Half of it I got wrong, and the other half never happened.
Snow, laughter, eyelashes, arks,
Do you even remember the last time the two of us looked at the sky?
One moment I want to kill, the next to get killed, the next to just run away
Marks of the wall on my knuckles, like an “it’s complicated” status
I know, you can’t rewind a life, you can’t replay mistakes
Half of December without snow, but a man can dream, can’t he?
And stars from the sky onto fingers
And they don’t melt
On your cheekbones, as a blush,
A winter étude
Let the lovers of gloss
Not understand
What do we care about them, they’re there and we’re here
In a white flood upon us
Snow will fall
And tearing the silence apart
Your curly laugh
Getting lost in your eyelashes
That’s my ark
And spinning this song for none and for all
And stars from the sky onto fingers
On your cheekbones, as a blush
Let people laugh
In a white flood upon us
Snow will fall
And tearing the silence apart
Your curly laugh
Getting lost in your eyelashes
That’s my ark
And spinning this song for none and for all