I won't tell you anything,
Nothing I will tell you,
Just I'm sitting alone at my place,
Meditating upon our destiny.
The stars are just watching me in the window,
The evening's just fetching me a pain.
My memory is just complaisant, but:
All this without you -- not with you.
I won't tell you anything,
Nothing I will tell you.
I'll make just a parallel line,
Between you and me now.
You may forget something, cross it out,
You may tell something to others.
You may give back something to someone,
And to punish yourself for something.
I won't tell you anything,
Nothing I will tell you.
I'm raising the drawbridges today
Over some distant river.
I'll hang a cloud over the sky,
I'll change myself today.
I'll believe in a lie today,
And with all this I'll excuse you.
I won't tell you anything,
Nothing I will tell you.
I'll ask musicians for playing
A sad waltz on a cheerful trumpet.
It doesn't matter to the musicians- they'll play,
The musicians won't feel pity for the tune.
The musicians know in seven notes -
To arrange both - the love, and the sadness.
I won't tell you anything,
Nothing I will tell you.
Even if I write a letter,
I'll put my adress onto it.
The remarks are gladly accepted.