Same Game

You play a game the innocent

will lose.

You cherish a future that passed with

the first sun.

You raise a lost, deaf-mute tear

from a provincial puddle.

The flood of time is seized by the light

of the lighthouse,

your letter in the bottle is lost.

Don't run away from the midnight,

wait for me to bring you

a handful of freshly picked stars.

Time is dying in me,

eternity is about to end in me.

Here is a riddle no one can

cut open.

You sing this nice ballad again,

your tears are accompaniment.

Don't pretend you don't care

about tomorrow's dawn.

Rise before our bodies

separate into the antipodes.

This smile doesn't match your fascinating face.