All quiet on my personal front,
With myself I had a fight
And I came home alive,
Though I wanted to be your captive one.
And seconds separated us,
But I was shooting, without aiming, high.
I was ready to fall into the snow,
But someone quietly said: " live".
The trigger cocked of telephone receiver,
Near my temple I'm afraid to hold it.
The trigger cocked for second day already.
" Hello, love! Do you hear?... I surrender".
And from the tap the water is running,
In the next door building the light is off.
How easy it is, to answer "no",
How hard it is, to answer "yes".
I know, pride - is my enemy at night,
It could've received two medals.
But I'm again fighting with myself,
So by your hand I can be killed.
The trigger cocked of telephone receiver,
Near my temple I'm afraid to hold it.
The trigger cocked for second day already.
" Hello, love! Do you hear?... I surrender".
Hello, love! Hello, love!
Anatoli Trojanowski