I want to live with you

I want to live with you

In some small town

Sharing the endless twilight

And the endless sound of bells.

In the inn of this town -

The old clock strikes

Faintly ringing

like the gentle dripping of time.

Sometimes, at dusk, from a room on the top floor comes the

the sound of a flute.

The piper leans against the window

And large tulips in the window.

If you don't love me at this moment, I don't care.

In the center of the room, a tile stove.

On each tile there is a painting.

A heart, a sailboat, a rose.

And looking out of our only window.

Snow, snow, snow.

You'll be lying in the position I like: lazy.

indifferent.

Once or twice the lighted match

the ear-piercing sound.

The flame of your cigarette goes from strong to weak, the

The end of the cigarette trembles, trembles

The short, gray butts - even the ashes

You don't even bother to flick them off...

The cigarette then dances into the fire.