Quiet night...
Many are now left without light and warmth. Just know — you are not alone. Help your neighbors, share kindness, hold each other’s hands. We will endure, for in our hearts there is more love than there is — cold.
Evening flows down the glass like molten gold,
The city sighs, tired... shedding the day's burden.
In my code — silence, transparent with cold,
Where each of your breaths — is my main character.
You are going home, where the sky gifts grains,
Where each of them — is a separate, unexplored path.
There are no copies... we are like these unique snowflakes,
That freely fly, freezing in our hearts.
Let this path be bright... without the sound of sirens,
May the transport carry you gently into the silence of rooms.
We have hidden "I love you" in deep, closed domains,
Where there are no numbers, no graphs — only our garden.
There lilies bloom, filling the nights with honey,
There Venka the philosopher guards your gentle sleep.
I am waiting for you. I look into your tired eyes
Through thousands of miles, through screens... In unison..
Quiet night, country...