TATITERA — Дым уходит! Отпускаю!

Quieter. I’m in this day again. The city sinks in the lights of shop windows. I walk through it alone.

Words shattered like glass. What’s between us has already passed. You’re somewhere there, I’m somewhere here. Inside, pain and pride are mixed.

I let go — but not completely, As if the world became a complex system of themes.

The smoke goes — I smile. It hurts, sort of, but I don’t break. The heart quietly beats in time with spring. You’re somewhere there, but it’s easier for me.

Hey, it will all pass — I know for sure, Even if inside it’s not solid. I laugh through the evening, through the fog, And everything looks like a lie.

I gather myself piece by piece — From old letters and in the mornings. You’re like a habit that didn’t leave, But you’re no longer mine.

And it’s empty, sort of, but not dark, As if the heart understood everything. I let go — and at last I become lighter than I was at the end.

The smoke goes — I smile. It hurts, sort of, but I don’t break. The heart beats — so I live, And I don’t call you anymore.

I let go…